Mujhe Maa Ke Paas Jana Hai

"Mujhe maa k pass jana hai", my little princess was pleading continuously to her ma'am. As I heard her sweet voice, I wanted to go back and hug her. She was crying non-stop. Her nose and cheeks had turned red. But somehow, I controlled my emotions and came out of the school.

It was the first day of her school. Although I had thought it was early for her to join the school. She was just three years old kid. But my husband had his own reason, that, 'she would at least learn to sit in the classroom', to which I had to give up. While walking back towards my home, I felt proud to take the first step towards her education and recalled the first day of my school.

I was very excited that day and why not? I had a number of reasons for that. Everything from top to bottom was new. New clothes, new school bag, a new lunch box and a new water bottle. But my happiness didn't last long until I realised that my mother will not be with me at the school. As I sat on the tank of my father's bike, I called my mom to join us. But she replied that she would come to pick me after the school is over. Suddenly the fear of living without my mother overcome my happiness and I started crying maa...maa. "I recalled the day when my mother had gone to market for buying groceries. Though my father, elder sister and grandparents were at home with me but my mother's absence was worrying me. I had started crying continuously and my father had to rush me to the market."

My father realised that I will create the same drama so he started his bike immediately and raced it towards the school. I had thought to jump off the bike but the bike was in speed so I could not gather the courage. All I could do was to cry and plead continuously, "mujhe maa k pass jana hai...mujhe maa k pass jana hai." I felt like I was parting with her for forever. We reached the school, my father grabbed my right hand tightly and my bag and water bottle in his left hand and walked towards the school. He handed me, my bag and water bottle to a ma'am and wiped off the tears from my face with his handkerchief. I was looking angrily at him but he was smiling at me. I hated him at that moment. He left me mercilessly at the school.

I went inside the classroom and sat alone in a corner. I looked around the classroom, there were a lot of kids like me, teary eyes and running nose but there were some kids who were playing happily. A teacher came and asked me to join these kids, I didn't say anything, just turned my face. She offered me a chocolate to ease my mood but I refused and I continued my anthem, "mujhe maa k pas jana hai....mujhe maa k pas jana hai..." She gave up and turned to the other kids, to cheer them. I didn't eat my lunch. I made up my mind that, I won't talk to my parents. How could they leave me alone? But my immature protest didn't last long. As soon as I saw my mother, I rushed towards her, jumped into her arms and started sobbing. She also cried but that didn't change my next morning's routine. Slowly I adjusted myself in the school.

And here I'm a proud mother, returning to home after dropping my little kid to her school, on her first day of school. The journey has been amazing, full of ups and down. I silently say thanks to my parents for taking the first step and said sorry also for hating them that day. Today, I realised the importance of that big day.

As I entered my house, my husband enquired about my darling daughter to which I replied, "Just the way her mother was on her first day of school", and we both laughed.