Without you, Mom

Without you, Mom

Without you, Mom, it will never be the same.

Earlier, you were just a hug away, but now I have wait for lengthy ten numbers.

Without you, Mom, it’s not that easy.

There’s no one to wake me up in the morning, except that stupid alarm clock.

I don’t hear you sing a crazy song, nor I hear you and Papa chatter over that news.

Earlier I used to drink my cuppa lemon water alone in my room.

Now, I sit in the living room, repenting the time I missed with both of you.

I don’t hurry for breakfast. There’s no one to nag me to have one.

Earlier, I used to be upset over an empty cornflakes box.

Now even that full container doesn’t coax me to have one.

No, I don’t even like bread-jam either.

Also, there’s no-one to look after my clothes.

Nor does anyone scold me for just sitting at home the entire day.

I don’t even like afternoon naps.

When I am working on my laptop, I look behind to check if by any chance, you are sitting there, overlooking my work, my new ads, my friends pictures, et cetera.

I yearn for the strong coffee made by you.

The hot chapattis made just for me.

I wish that I could make your post-lunch tea for you.

Or just accompany you to the vegetable market.

Above all, I miss your advices, tips, talks, stories, chats, etc.

I ignored most of the things that you told me.

But today when I am sitting alone, everything comes across making me smile.

What if, all of us could have stayed together or were just a step away, not miles!

Yes, my eyes are moist writing this.

And I am yearning to be with you.

I won’t be able to tell you all this as I know you will start crying just like me.

So, a warm letter to you with lots of hugs.