Mother’s day is approaching. Every one is writing many happy things on Ma. But some how, I am not getting happiness (may be I am pessimistic). Initially I didn’t want to write but at last decided to share my feelings too.

This article is not about my ma…she is with me. When parents are with their child, how happy that child would be…I am in the same state as their loving little daughter. I don’t have to write on my mother because she is just like any other mother who thinks always happiness of her children.

But this article is on other mothers whom I came across. Let me start with Rangamma whose story I read in the news paper very recently.

Rangamma…She is an uneducated woman in a remote village in AP. She has only one son. Her husband died when this boy was a kid. She worked like a man in her four acres of fields which never give fixed regular returns. With those small earnings she made efforts to make her son to study in the school. She never thought of new sari or gold item. Always thinking on the same lines … how to earn money for his educational expenditure. By the time this boy became a bachelor, her land reduced to two acres. Some how, that boy got a small job in the next district. She felt so proud of her son and shared this good news to each and every one in that village. Within a year he married a girl. Rangamma gifted her gold chain, which was the only item she had as a memory of her husband, to her daughter-in-law. After a month that boy took his mother to his place saying he will look after her. As she became more aged than her actual age due to her restless life, she felt this invitation as wonderful and decided to take rest at son’s home and enjoy remaining life with grand children. While she was leaving she shared this news happily to all other villagers and followed her son.

This is the flash back only. Now in the news paper they gave a picture of very old woman. She was sleeping on the floor of Hyderabad bus depot for several hours…her body was covered with a thin blanket and sun rays were hitting her directly and very badly. But she was not getting up. Some passengers got pity on the old woman and tried to move her from that place but she hesitated to move from that place. One of those passengers was news reporter. He asked her the reason. She gave this explanation
My son brought me here to show a temple and told me to sleep here, spread that blanket on the floor and covered my body with this blanket. Then, he went for bringing bananas for me. When the reporter asked her about her address or her native place, she mentioned some name which is very common and very difficult to find. When she was asked about recent events in her son’s home, she said very recently her son transferred her two acres land on his name. Now it became crystal clear that her son will never come to take her home. In this way one more beggar was formed in the society.

When I read this news I felt twisting pain in my heart and only one thought I had  “Ma…Only Your Love Is Your Punishment!”

Several such mothers are in this society. My grand mother is another such example whose tragic death I never forget in life.

I salute all mothers in the society.

Sneha