So this one time, at our old home in city, there was an all ladies get together..
Me and sany had arranged snacks and dessert and somewhere from late afternoon sisters started walking in. When Seema di arrived, I saw mom standing right before her, staring at me with her shiny, gleeming eyes. The next moment she is not to be seen. A while later, Anita didi was taking off her footwear and the same thing happened.
"What are you doing Maa?" I questioned her. Without giving a reply she lifhtfootedly walked into the kitchen. I dismissed the idea of following her.
A few minutes had passed and she popped in front of me again, this time just walking into her room without looking at me. Unable to ignore my inquisitive mind, I quietly followed her all set to unsolve the mystery.
Her back was still towards me when I reached the room. I was admiring her cream saree with vibrant red flowers curled in big dark green leaves.
Such big prints also look good on her I was thinking when she turned. This time there was no shine in her gleeming eyes. She just looked at me peculiarly. I couldn't make out anything of it and she did not talk either.
I walked closed to her and hugged her as tight as I could. I guess I'd been holding her for very long. She seemed surprised by my behaviour but did not attempt to get away or break the embrace.
I continued to hug her and felt immense love, immeasurable warmth and oddles of energy. My eyes were closed all this while and when I opened my eyes, I was smiling to myself, as if I had won something momentous.
And then the ceiling fan caught my attention. 'How can I see it without looking up?' I wondered. After looking around I discovered that I was lying on my bed, in Marathahalli. There was no sign of Maa...
I smiled and thought, I'll hug her the same way when I go home next time. With that in my mind, I woke up happy and got on with my daily chores. It was just a while later that reality struck like a whip.
All this had never happened. It was a dream I had yesterday morning. I saw Maa, again. This was the third time I saw her in my dream. where she saw me but did not speak. The saree she wore was the one I had taken from her wardrobe. I did think how she'd look in it whenever I wore it.
I had actually spent the previous whole day thinking about her, missing her, wanting to talk to her. May be she dint want me to feel lonely again.
I can not hug her, ever again. But mysteriously somehow, I still feel the warmth of that hug in my dream.
I don't know what she tried to convey but I hope this passage (where I can meet her) be open forever..
Love you Maa...
