Amma left for India today. It was easy bidding goodbye to her at the airport…. The ‘cursory hug’, ‘Will call you daily’, ‘Travel safe’, ‘Call me when you land’ etc. etc.
It was only when I walked into the empty house I realized that it was no longer ‘home’.
It’s merely not about the delicious food she makes, not about the smallest of things she made note of before I left for work, not about the fact that she would stay silent when I had to take my early morning calls at home, not even the fact that EVERYTHING was taken care of everyday.
I reminisced the innumerable times when I lay lazing on the couch and demanding her to get stuff done for me… “Get me some water” or “What’s there for me to munch?” or “Can you get me my phone from the other room?”. I cannot remember her ever asking me to do the smallest of such jobs.
My weekend grocery shopping is never going to be as organized as it was. Watching movies at home is not going to be fun without her comments. There will be no one to ask me how my day was at work, when I return home. Will miss every minute of her not being at home.
Such departures make us want to cherish the moments of togetherness even more.
Back to the regular grind of work and home, will sure keep me occupied enough to cloud the emotions. I keep reminding myself that, “This too shall pass…. For better things to come….”
Here’s to Amma, for being the best Mom and for more such reunions……………………………..
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