Mother’s Feet

After lighting her mother’s funeral pyre, Madan came and stood near her feet. He was staring at his mother’s feet. Even the wind was blowing towards him and tears were trickling down his eyes. He wouldn’t allow anyone to come near him. Everyone was discussing Madan’s love for his mother and on the abstract world subject built in the cemetery.

Everyone was leaving but Madan refused to go. He was waiting for the pyre to cool down. The thick silver anklets that mother had worn on her legs were glowing brightly in the heat of the pyre.