She was standing on the threshold of her old and shabby home. Waiting for her son. Her eyes were wet, as if on the verge of releasing a drop of tears.
Her husband died in an accident
. Vishu, her son was just ten. Since then she was struggling alone to survive in this difficult world.
She had worked as a cook, stitched clothes to fulfill all the necessity, dreams and desires of his son, hoping that he will be her support. A very common hope of a parent. But waiting has become her destiny. Vishu had gone to get a nice job.
“I’ll take you with me when I get a nice job and place to live in.” He said to her mother.
Hope, pride and happiness aroused in her heart. But she got only wait. Her son returned after two years with a very simple looking woman and introduced her as his wife. Something broke inside her. He didn’t bother to ask or even inform her about such an important decision of his life.
It’s been two years after that. A letter came after a year informing that she has become grandmother of a baby boy and they will come after few months. Her heart fluttered with happiness but yearned to see and embrace her grandson. She imagined the face and the activities of the child. She always prayed for their welfare.
But again she had got wait and only wait.
Written for: Thursday Tales
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