Mother’s day just went by. Gushy is how I had often animatedly described myself. But on that day when the world turned expressive, I was dry. The verbal effusions that I thought came naturally to me on every other occassion and non-occassion were on a holiday. The day began as usual. I rang mother as usual, reducing the continents worth of distance between us to nothing in a jiffy. “Happy Mom’s Day”, I said chirpily and that was it. No allusions were made to how special she was to me and how she had always been by my side and the like. We chatted away for a while discussing the mundane before we moved on with the day.
After finishing my regular chores, as I opened doors to my relatively small world of social media during the day, I was blown away by the avalanche of Mother’s Day messages everywhere. There was everything: beautiful poetry, pictures, videos and every form of expression of love for the mother that the COVID-prevention rules would allow. Inspired, I peeked within to see if there was any heartwarming Mother’s Day message that I could pen for mom. All that came out was “Happy Mother’s Day” yet again. Not a word beyond that. As my dear friend, writer’s block, visits me regularly, I was undetered and decided to give it a go again with renewed determination. It wasn’t so difficult afterall. All I had to do was think about the ways in which mom had been there for me, sprinkle some emotion to the thought and lo and behold, beautiful poetry on paper in honor of mom! If it only was that easy.
Instead of tear-jerking memories, I was thinking about the funny moments I shared with mother. No wonder emotional messages eluded me. My thoughts drifted towards her funny comments out of sheer boredom during movies I had dragged her to: like that one time when it was just the two of us in the cinema hall. As I sobbed at the plight of the protagonist in the movie, a thoroughly bored mom looked at me bewildered and I burst out laughing. On another occassion, she boldly tasted weird food named “Veg Sushi” and that too with chopsticks, only to regret it after a bite!
As my mind brought to the fore a bunch of such funny memories one after another, I realized that that was our thing. With a love-filled heart, I wrote “Mom, thanks for being such fun!”