She Is A Mother Too!

She comes every day in the evening and spies inside, standing at the doorsill at every house of the colony, like she looks for someone. Her body smell is so nose-hold that everybody becomes aware when she enters the colony.

Her looks are too rustic and dirty that her brachial dry hair seem not been combed since an era and is seen scratching it always. A layer of mud, seems, has been pasted on her brown spotted teeth. The knee-length torn untidy grey cotton saree makes her appearance such a hopeless old lady kind. Sometimes, it looks terrible when she smiles with her wrinkle cheek and chin.

Dida always tries to catch and grab the small children and stares at their faces with stormy eyes. Sometimes she laughs loudly and switches to weep suddenly. Having seen at her crazy get up & gesture, children start running and hide themselves with fear.

One evening Dida had come to our house. My small cousins hid themselves behind me with fear. Suddenly, Dida grabbed one of my cousins with an insane smile on her face. My cousin was yelling loudly and crying. I was also frightened with that kind of situation. The people of the colony were throwing stones at her to dove her away. But Dida was not allowing my cousin to move back, hugged him instead tightly and cover his body with her torn dupatta.

A man in the crowd hit her back so strongly that she held my cousin away. But the torture of the society to her pained me. I became so keen to know her. And I came to know that her son, an apple eye, had been missed in a fair. Dida kept searching him, but all went in vain. Next day, her son’s body was laid on the NH. Dida was crying hopelessly with her son in lap. Some were telling, he is not dead, he is in that colony, with sympathy. From that fateful day she was looking for her son with hope, one day she would get him.

Because she is a mother too.