“What is life without a little sweetness?”
Why don’t you understand maa? I am following a fitness regime, can’t have this much of sugar, will you ever let me be alone when I am cooking? Its seriously frustrating!”
“You go to gym, you eat so less, I know you can cook now, and I feel proud, but I have experience enough to tell you, you should add more sugar, what’s life without sweetness my son?”
And I rush out of the kitchen, completely frustrated and disgusted at how pushy someone can be. Just for you all to know, I was a big fat monster once, and I have lost almost half of my weight in life, no doubts, this so called achievement took a lot of hard work, dedication, and sacrifice. And I feel proud that I did that. I follow a healthy lifestyle and eat a very specific set of food items. But whenever I am home, my mother always tries to make me eat more, for no apparent reason (at least for me).
Sometimes I let it go, sometimes I shout at her. In the mad rush to get a decent education, make a good career and hence, support my family, I have no time to think about anything else, and I don’t think for once that it is something wrong that I am doing. After all, I am doing all this to secure our future, right?
Whenever my mother starts “cribbing” about how alone she feels, I generally get infuriated because I can’t help her loneliness. I, being the so called “android guy”, have made her phone just capable enough that she can see me everyday, talk to me for free (trust me this free calling is the only thing I got appreciated for, knowing so much of Android), text me, and send and receive photographs of events. While I believe I’ve done just enough, she thinks otherwise, this is the problem with this previous generation of ours eh? Too much emotion they live with. And I just can’t stand that. I believe in working for the future- my future and theirs. I hate being at home, as she troubles me in whatever I try to do.
And if you happen to be reading this, you should know that the above lines are coming out from my diary, where I write what I can’t share with the world. So why on earth would I share it now?
6:00 A.M
The chirp of the familiar bird sitting on the tree in my backyard woke me up, and I rushed to the kitchen to make my “pre workout meal”. “Got late today, you!”, I chastised myself, hurrying to my dining table. I set up everything, and had the first bite. To add to the frustration of getting late, I had to feel the bad taste of a tea I forgot to put sugar in. Trust me, no true tea lover can stand tea without sugar. As I got up to fetch some from the kitchen, I accidentally nudged a packet of medicines off the table. Picking it up, I saw my mom, still sleeping in the bedroom. It was her medicine I had dropped, and I had this strange feeling, that had she been awake, she would not have let me pick it up. I started thinking more, and the more I thought, the more ashamed I got.
The “add more sugar” incident flashed into my mind, and tears rolled down my guilty eyes. The medicines were something related to her diabetes, and it was only then that this stupid android brain of mine interpreted the real meaning of “what’s life without sweetness, my son?”
I finished my meal, went to her, gave her a peck on her forehead, accidentally waking her up in the process. Then I gave her a hug, and man did that make her day. I could see the happiness in her eyes. Never had I ever felt an emotion like this.
I know I totally bored you guys but I still can’t believe me I actually wrote this down. This is a real incident my friends. If you happen to read this, I would not consider this post a success if you don’t like it or post a comment like I always ask you to do. And hey, go to your mom and give her a hug and a kiss for no reason. Come on, go do it right now. For in my grandfather’s lines, “There’s only one thing in this world you can’t get twice – Mother”
