Letter to My Mom
Dear
Ama,
It
was almost thirteen years since I did not see your face anymore but I am still
confident that you are watching us from that blue and milky cloudy sky. Ama,
you might have known that I was not there when you took your last breath and I
even could not make my presence at your crematorium because you were directly
taken from hospital to the cremation ground and I was in the class at that
time. I was in class five. When I reached home, they were talking about your
ashes. They told me that my elder brother and some other relatives have gone to
the river to immerse the ashes, so I could not even accompany them and that
even made me more remorseful looking at my life. However, I am happy that my younger brother
has stood with you until your last breath even though he didn’t know what has
happened to you. I can still hear from him about your last facial expression
and I can still ask him about that when I miss you Ama. And our sister and the
brother in-law still share how you acted when you are in the midst of your unconscious
state. And my eyes can no longer hold tears when I hear about that. The time I
heard that you left us, I mourned a lot because I foresee that we can never
function like how you used to live in the home with everything set up and ready
like an indestructible illusionary machine. Even then, our perfect widower, our
father has managed everything that he can do and our family was doing perfectly
fine though all are peasants except me and my younger brother got opportunity
to study.
Ama,
I could not find any words to perfectly describe about your care and how you
mould us. We are indebted to your kindness and care. The only thing that comes
in my mind to compare you was with the ‘God Tara’. Everything is incorporated
with her deeds, I swear! Subsequently, I just wanted to say that yesterday night
you came into my dream and I am extremely glad to see your face. Though I have
a photo of you and me holding your hand, it was with my father and I could not
get it as it was far from the place I stay. Even then, you are printed in my
mind like a scripture on the stone where I can reflect you whenever I miss you.
I felt, if dream turns real so that at least I could convey my family that you
were there with us for every tomorrow through thick and thin like you do
before. I have so many things to share with you about our family but I have got
limited time to write it all. Even then, I will share you when you come next time.
See you again, Ama.
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