Mother's invisible power

  I was doing Nimki wholesale business. I used to fetch Nimki from a factory located in Dantan, West Bengal, and delivering to the local retail shops as per their order. Nimki factory was far away (around 60 kilometer) from my home. My mother used to wakes me up at approximately 4.00 am when I made a plan to go for business. Generally, I was going twice a week. She (my mother) was preparing everything that required for running the day's business. I was doing business through my cycle. Going for business at around 4.00 am and coming back by 1. 00-2.00 pm was a routine . The sole means of doing business was to finance my education.   

  My mother used to keep some puffed rice in my bag whenever I was going for business or to fetch Nimki. Such a habit of my mother was giving me torrential pain. It was annoying me. The level of angriness in me was becoming double. I used to speak in an angry tone with my mother at that moment. Honestly, I was unable to understand why I annoy at that moment. With my today's wisdom and conscience, I was hurting her with my angry words. When I used to get angry, she was taking back that carry bag of puffed rice, or I was just taking out that packet of puffed rice and throwing it away in front of her.

 She was not reacting to my idiotic behaviour. Instead, she was just saying, "you will feel hungry in the middle of the way. So, take this puffed rice with you."

"No, I will never carry this puffed rice with me", I used to say and going for my important Nimki business.

I was hating to carry puffed rice. I was sometimes feeling embarrassed. If I feel hungry, I will have food from the hotel, I was always thinking. So, I had never loved to carry puffed rice with me. In common, I was going to fetch Nimki safely and coming back safely to my home. Never faced any problem of feeling hungry. In this manner, I was passing my business life. Everything was fine and alright.

One day …………………

"Beeta, Beeta, wake up. It's 4.00 in the morning", my mother said.

"Wait, Mom, I am waking up", I replied.

"It's already 4.00 (am). Don't you go to bring Nimki (one kind of biscuit that people eat with tea)?" my mother said.

"Yeah, Mom!" I said.

  I got up and did my typical work within a fraction of time. I prepared myself with all items to go for my Nimki business. My mother too made all kind of arrangement as I am going to bring Nimki.

"Mom, don't pack puffed rice in the bag", I said. But, my mother was very rigid in her decision on that day.

"Beeta, take puffed rice. You may feel hungry in the middle of the way", my mother said.

"Yeah, you are the fortuneteller and you know everything in advance", I said.

"It's a long way; take puffed rice", she said again and again.

"Mom, please don't insist on me", I yelled in an angry tone. 

When I shouted and became an angry man, she said, "alright, I am not going to give puffed rice in your bag".

"Mom, why do you insist on me today," I said.

She didn't reply. "Just take your bag", she said.

 I just took the bag without checking inside the bags. I went to fetch Nimki with my incredible cycle. I started my journey at 4.0am and reached there (Nimki factory) at around 8.00 am.

  Then, I completed all formalities with the manager regarding Nimki and payment for it. Now, I started loading my cycle with Nimki boxes. I need some rope to tie those boxes in the cycle, now. The rope was in my bag. When I opened my bag, I found a small carry bag filled with puffed rice. I became disappointed and annoyed with my mother. I thought that let me reach my home and will scold my mother today.

Further, I was thinking that what happened to my mother today. She usually doesn't give puffed rice whenever I denied. Today I refused so many times not to give any puffed rice but turned her ear.

Alright, today, all puffed rice is going to waste. By thinking all these, I kept back puffed rice packet in the bag. I started loading Nimki boxes in the cycle. Then, I made all payment to the manager from whom I bought Nimki. All payment was over. There was no due on me in the account of Nimki factory. However, my pocket became empty; even there was not a single coin with me. I thought I would reach by 2.00 pm, so no need of money. There were eight boxes of Nimki loaded in my cycle. I started my returns journey at around 10.00 am. It was a sunny day in the month of April, 2009. The day was having scorching sun. I passed around halfway with the loaded cycle, remain one more halfway to reach my home.

  Now, it was around noon. It was a broad daylight with no one on the road apart from lorries and trucks. I was on National Highway (NH), approaching a bridge built over the railway line. The Hight of the bridge was practically high. Needed much energy in the body to cross that bridge with loaded cycle. Approximately, I was also marking that bridge as middle of my journey. I felt that my body is gradually becoming weak in no time. I also became weak completely within a few minutes. Now, I had no energy at all for paddling my loaded cycle. It was a distant dream, now, on my part  to cross that overbridge. I suffocated and worried about loaded cycle which was full of Nimki. If I fall, I will have to lost all business as all Nimki packet will smash. I will have to lose Rs 6,000. For me, Rs 6,000 was much more at that time. Sadly, I was doing business on borrowed money which was worrying me immensely.

 In the meantime, I felt profound weakness and tried to get down from the loaded cycle. I was thinking that if I fall while getting down from the loaded cycle, then what will happen to all Nimki. Finally, I got down from the cycle with much difficulty and put my cycle on its stand safely. By that time, I became fragile and lost all energy from my body.

I had no idea what to do and what not to do. Only, there was a few words in my heart……. God, please save my life! …... please save my life! ……… God, please save my life!

I was not even carrying water bottle. "In this roasting and boiling sun, death is final", I thought . Suddenly, I could not stand anymore and fell to the ground. I tried hard to sit down, and I did. My throat was drying slowly. 

My mother came across my mind and heart.

  I felt that my mother is telling me repeatedly that eat out those puffed rice and drink some water with puffed rice. However, I had no water bottle with me. What shall I do? …………………….What shall I do .........God, please show me some way............ 

I was searching for someone but failed. I was feeling thirsty I need water, so looked hither and thither. I found a water pump house situated approximately 300 meters away from me in the paddy field. I was unable to stand due to a lack of energy in my body.

My mother was saying invisibly, "Beeta stand up and go to the pump house with the puffed rice packet. Put some water in the puffed rice pocket and eat out completely."

It was impossible to go around 300m on my part, but I reached the pump house. How? I don't know. I was being instructed by my mother invisibly. I reached the water pump house and filled that puffed rice packet with water. I started eating puffed rice with water. After eating, I sat in the shadow of the pump house. Finally, I slept for a few minutes there. Gradually, I felt well and recovering from complete weakness. I got back my energy. I drank water from the pump house. Now, I am with total energy. I went back to my loaded cycle. I cherished my hope. I began to weeping and regretted immensely that why I didn't listen to my mother's words......Why I don't listen to mother..........

"I am extremely sorry, Mom …………extremely sorry Mom", I said with constant weeping. Mom you saved my life today. Thank you "Mom" for being with me. I know I can't pay back your priceless contribution to my life.

  Everybody/everyone in this world would agree that a mother is a power and a blessing for all human beings. Nobody could replace her, or there is no substitute for a mother in this world. A mother is a blessing; a guide, a good friend, even become a role model for her children.

  When a mother gives birth to her child, she bears torrential pain. Sometimes delivering a child become a question of life and death on the part of a mother. I do believe that a mother has invisible power. My mother is a blessing, , a lively god, a guide, a philosopher, a path showing mentor, and a best friend for me. Let's us respect and love immensely our mother, who dedicated her entire life for us. Thank you, Mom ………Thank you……….Thank you, Mom………..for being always with me. Mother is a visible and invisible power in this world.