Its mostly shut tight these days, a sorrow it won't let go. But many years ago, before cell phones, she would be sitting by that sliding window late at night, her anxious eyes scanning the road for me. I might be away for a late night movie with friends, or annual day at Ruia, at an inter-college fest, fair at Don Bosco or study circle with friends. She would be at that window without fail. Returning home today evening, I happen to look up and feel cheated that she has missed her beat. I know I will catch myself looking up many more times now and in the future. And it does not seem to be enough to know that she may still be watching over me, when I can't see her doing it. More than anything else about Mumbai, I pine for her the most. Two years on mom, I could be that shut window and I've missed you so.
Happy birthday mom, miss you every day. All those crazy-sappy about mom: what’s your most memorable gift/ surprise for your mom on her birthday? I don’t have a very striking one, and so have the rest of my life to regret it. But; there is the memory of buying a salwar kameez in Karol Bagh, Delhi from first internship pay. Two sizes too big and also, realized later, that I was duped into paying three times too much. But she rolled with it, although I think she got it altered secretly so as not to upset me. Hopefully things were way more classy since, mom, because you were after all, all class.
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