All the Relatives were there in Grandma's house. On top of that the house was spilling with Guests. It was a festive mood all over and I was running around as a brat, saying back answers to the boys who were there in the guests. I liked one in them in particular, so I fought with him more and tried to provoke his ego; because at 13 that's what you are supposed to do- hide your emotions from the opposite sex.
Amma was busy in the kitchen, preparing lunch with my aunts for the relatives and guests, who kept pouring in. She stops me and asks me to prepare tea for the guests and I know why she asked ME to do it because trust me, I make really good tea. Atleast that's what my friends and all of my fathers friends say.
Everyone starts having their tea and I was waiting for all the guests to praise me with their Wah! Wah's! Suddenly Amma comes from behind me and starts shouting, "One thing I ask you to do and this is how you do it. There is no sugar for the tea !" I look at the guests with shock, who were now frowning at me with the cup of sugar less tea in their hands. I try to explain to Amma that I remember adding sugar. "You would have put sugar enough for only four people." she tells me and puts water to boil for making tea again. Yes, I remember then, that's what happened, but that was the count 1-2-3-4, that's the no. of people I make tea usually for every evening in my house. I was absent minded, but my ego didn't allow me to agree that. But before Amma shouts at me again and makes me cry in front of all these guests, I hug her tight from behind. But I couldn't stop my tears and my ego was too high to let Amma know that she is capable of making me cry. So before her pink blouse got wet with my tears, I quickly opened my eyes...
But there! I was lying in my room with only tears in my eyes- no relatives, no guest and above all... No Amma. As soon as I realized, all that I saw, was a dream, I shut my eyes immediately to go back. This time I was not embarrassed to cry in front of that many people and above all my ego was too small, it didn't matter at all. All that mattered was to go back and feel Her presence, a chance to hug her one more time in my life.
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@ Falck
Abin... this name keeps coming in my home page every time you send me a friends request. And today I bump into a blog in your name, where you have written so fondly about me- your lost and found friend. But please don't feel hurt if I say, I'm trying, I'm trying so hard for a memory of our friendship. And I know only you can help me with this.
Sre :)
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