My Mother
My Mother In the lazy afternoon I was sleeping on her cot while a frail hand was touching my face – my mother is watching me sleeping. Don't know how long she was there but in her presence I slept again and when I got up it was well past 5 PM. All through this time she was sitting there fanning my head with a magazine so that I don't feel the sweltering heat of Kolkata when there was a scheduled power cut for a brief period. She is my mother – She knows my character ins and out while I hardly know how much unfathomable capacity she holds for making sacrifice for us – her four children. Due to persistent requests from her grand children one day she opens her trunk and in it she takes out her prized possessions. Benarasi sari on her wedding day, our old dresses , sweaters , fathers coat , shawl f...