The Indefinite Wait.....

She sat near her only treasure….her creased eyes staring longingly out of the window. Her withered hands which looked like rusted gold, as the sun shined softly on them, were rested timidly on the panes and she looked out as if there was no tomorrow. She gazed out where the shimmering Sun penetrated through the translucent leaves of the majestic trees and the dew drops shone as diamonds on the soft blades of the grass.

But her eyes could adore no such beauty. They could only see one thing, which was the face of her son. Her husband had died of cancer when their son was only five years old. She would have killed herself because of the shock and trauma that there was no one left for her in this world. But she had lived…and a painful life too, just for her young child. The childlike innocence in his eyes, his naughty voice and his warm gentle hands, all had compelled her to live, never for herself but for her small darling.

She toiled from dawn to dust to educate her son and provided him with three square meals a day and good clothes, eating only a mouthful herself and moving around in rags in search for work. She provided him the best education possible protecting her son from all evils in her arms. Her son went to the best college, got a reputable job and settled down comfortably with a family of his own.

He bought a huge house where she lived too. But not as a mother anymore, she lived as a nurse or a maid without any respect or value. She cared for her grandchildren, looked after the house and did all the things possible in this old age. Her own child was unbearably harsh with her.

One bright autumn day, when she woke up, her room looked bizarrely bare. All her things had gone. She sat up in bed, when her son entered and told her that all her things had been packed and loaded in the truck. She battled her eyelids with surprise and a tinge of fear stung her deep inside. He pushed her into the car and informed the driver to take her to the old age home. In his last words, he informed his mother that his family was going on a holiday so they were sending her to the old age home, but they would be back soon to pick her up.

Her eyes glistened with tears as she wished to look at her Grandchildren for the last time and say good bye to her loved ones…but she looked on as she did everyday from then onwards.

She does not eat a morsel and goes without water for days, but sits in the derelict room staring out of the window with yearning eyes. In her mind, she knew they would never return but in the bottom of her heart she told herself that they would come. But now…now..it was too late. She kept looking out as her eyes slowly closed with tears glistening on her face as the dew drops outside, just as they did the day she had left them!

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