Friday, February 8, 2008

M for...

She had a bad toothache and the right side of her face was swollen because of that. Her knee pain was intensified by the coldest winter this year. I was leaving home, back to the city of my job. She was standing in the balcony to see me off. I called for a cycle-rickshaw. Once boarded, I looked up. She was smiling. She waved her hand to me and the rickshaw-puller drove away. I waved back and I wondered – of what stuff mothers are made?