#She_inspires #Wonderwoman #Mom
We
owe our lives to her, yes four of us (nothing less or more), because she sacrificed
everything to give us what she could have for her easily.
Still,
I could remember, she was in her Master’s in Botany when I was in my class II,
younger to me learning to speak alphabets and elders were going high school.
After sending four of us to school, she used to leave for her classes at GD
college, Begusarai, Bihar. Being a semiconservative, middle-class family, every day was harsh on her (mind that it was Bihar of the ’90s and Begusarai was one
of the most kick-ass districts among all).
During
summers of the ’90s, at one lunch-break in school, I was playing with classmates
and had a sudden fall and landed on my arms. When I got up with a broken wrist
(displaced bones), in the middle of pain someone called my Dad (principle of
our school) and other teachers. I was scared to death to tell Dad that I broke
my arm. Anyhow, we all rushed to Begusarai, to get orthopaedic to fix that asap.
Being
just 6-7-year-old, I was wishing to have mom beside me because, in the presence of
dad, I could hardly say where it hurts, forget about crying loud. From the moment we left school and went to the bus stand, I was looking for mom everywhere (usually
she returned from her classes by then).
Somehow,
she felt it and we all met at bus stand by the fraction of seconds (she was
deboarding her bus and we were boarding ours). The moment I saw her, I forgot
about my arm and narrated everything and said exactly that it was hurting a lot.
Then all others realized how bad my wrist was. After my narration, we
rushed to the doctor and got my left hand plastered. Mom never had time to take
rest after the day-long exhaustion now she had blame to bear that she was not
taking care of her kids.
We
would never know how much she gave up just to keep us going. During her Master’s
whole family, relatives and neighbours were waiting for her to fall and my
broken wrist gave them perfect timing. But she fought all odds and completed
her degree she could have done more if given more time, but we were the culprits
(growing so fast, all, four of us).
She
could be a Doctor or an Indian railway officer or a Professor, but she chose to
be our teacher for life long. She never complained about what she couldn’t achieve
but always shown us to what we can achieve even growing up in a modest family
and tough times of 90’s Bihar.
When
one by one we started leaving home for higher studies she was very much satisfied
that we were not having the same fate as others in our neighbourhood. But just to
keep all of us moving she devoted everything she could. Dad might have a moment
of doubt over our capabilities but she never. We might be fighting our own battles,
but she fought a war for all of us. After every setback of us, she collects our
dreams and glues with her love and makes them unbreakable.
She
was always looking for happiness in our eyes and her happiness came after a
long wait, maybe first recruitment or first bike or first PhD or first foreign
trip or first car or first marriage.
After
coming so far, whenever I remind her what she can have now, she still thinks
for us only.
Thanks,
Maa,
You’re
the wonder woman who inspires all of us.
