Hello maa! How are you? I know we’ve been far away for too long
now. I am here in a foreign land gaining new experiences every day and I just
cannot help but remember all those little things you did for me, which now, when
I have to do it on my own seem too great a deal. Today a really strange thing
happened. I was having dinner. Had made sambhar theoretically, but it looked
like a mix of vomit and loose motions. I opened the new loaf of sliced bread I had
got from walmart and picked up that first weird looking slice of bread.
Remember my antipathy towards that slice maa? I always used to yell at you if
you ever, even by mistake, made me a sandwich out of it. Oh! I so yearn for
those sandwiches today. Today, I don’t even have an audience to crib about that
bread maa. I simply took it in the plate and ate it. There was no one to whine
to how yuck that stuff was. I am sorry for all those times I yelled at you for cooking something I disliked.
I realized the number
of utensils I have to wash after every meal maa. In those days I used to take
every new thing from the fridge in a different plate. I did not know the
efforts behind cleaning something as simple as a plate. Now, I warm the rice
and the curry in the same plate maa. I realize how cognizant you were while
preparing breakfast for me as well as keeping something as trivial as my towel
ready before my bath. Now, I cannot just sit at the table after having my bath.
I need to constantly stare at the milk boiling in the vessel to prevent a
disaster. Remember one time I had told you “it’s math you won’t get it”? I am
so sorry for that maa. Today while cooking I don’t get any proportion right. It
was child’s play for you. I have to even pause the timer of the microwave at
intervals to see if the food is warm enough. You would so easily select the
right time and just go out of the kitchen. All those memories are coming back
to me maa. I miss you maa and all I can try and do now is to make you proud. I
cannot undo those things with which I troubled you every time maa but I hope
when you see your son the next time we meet you are nothing but proud.
Love you, always!
