9 months and 24 years later

Yes...9 months and 24 years later, what have I given her. What else but sorrow, pain and humiliation? What have i expressed openly, if not anger and rebuke? But what most of all, have i felt deep within? Love...unconditional love...and only one woman in my life may ever claim it...my mother...

Today when anyone asks me why i prefer my home town to the US, i'd say any dumb reason that comes to mind. But the foremost of them, I never share; it is this love, it is this very comfort, it is the wonderful feeling, that someone really cares for you, that keeps me here.

I still remember vividly, during my days at kasargode, when i was just a few years old and a small stick had pierced my eye, the way she cried...But today, when she is in pain, I never care.

I remember those long walks we had on the CPCRI campus. But today, when she asks me to drop her someplace on my vehicle, I shirk away.

And how can i forget the way she used to teach me, laboriously going over each text? But today, when she asks me to teach her a wee bit of computers, I smirk at her.

Inspite of all this, she is as unwavering in showing her love, as I am in not doing so. But I've decided enough is enough. I've realized that time is ticking away...I've realized that it is now time to give it back to her, with capital and interest...And do i will, for sure...

Leaving you all with a small thought...I've seen authors acknowledging their wife/son/daughter in their books, but very seldom a mother...Why so??? Also, I've heard people say, the most thankless job in the world is tht of a policeman...But whatabout a mothers'?

-Audieu