Posted in fiction, literary

Gift by Mom

A mirror with a wooden frame has a face of a man who is lost somewhere.  There is a feeling of hatred in those brown eyes. He opens the tap to wash the dirt of his sins from his face but the flow of water made  shows him the face of a women, he loved a lot. He washes his face and goes to his room. He was lying on his bed when after some time he shouted mom! Coffee !
Minutes passed but coffee didn’t arrived. He shouted again, What the hell mom ! You don’t have time to make some coffee for me. Ok fine then I’ll make it myself while quoting those words he goes in kitchen to find nothing but silence. Then he realised his mom is no more with him to shower her love.

Next morning,
He receives a call from his cousin.
Cousin: Brother, How are you holding up ?
Him: I’m doing good. How about you ? Why did you called me ?
Cousin: All good, I called you to wish you Happy birthday brother. I’ve a gift for you left by your mother. It’s in your mother’s cupboard.

*Phone cuts*

He opens the cupboard to find a letter by his mom.

the letter read,

Dear Ritvik,
If you are reading this letter then probably I have left you to live with my husband in the heaven. I hope I deserve the place in heaven? Well, even if i don’t i will fight my way into heaven because I can’t live without your father and you know he’ll be for sure in the heaven. I hope you are doing well son, though I am not there to hold you in my arms. Wish I could’ve stayed more with you but I was tired and couldn’t face the heat anymore. Though you brought the AC but never allowed me to come in your room.
What is it that you hide in your room and always shouted when I entered  in your absence ? But always ask me to give you the coffee in bed.  You might had been busy working hard behind that screen and that’s the reason you never went to the market for my stuff. I can understand you have achieved so much it had been hard for you to take out some time for me out of your valuable schedule to pick my call. But son, I only worry If you’ve had your food or not. It hurts me receiving the text – “I am busy, will talk to you later”. You were busy to pick a call but had time to post a picture on Facebook ?  From your childhood till my last breath I’ve only wished for your success and happiness. I know I was annoying in my old age and its tough for you to handle me but at least you could have tried. But you didn’t and it hurt. You know what’s hard part is the memories of your childhood that flashes when you ignores me. It strikes me I loved you when you was annoying. You failed when you were learning new things but I never took a step back until you got perfect in that. But why do you run away if I found hard to understand those new technologies. It was hard to me like it was hard for you to walk in your childhood.

I know there had been many times when you regret after shouting at me. You never hurt me intentionally, but you do! It’s hard to take all that pain with me. That’s why I penned down these feelings for you so that when you goes in your old age and experience same things you’ll be prepared like I was not. You are my beautiful baby and I am not angry at you but I am in pain. 4599711705.jpg
My beautiful son,
I know you love me a lot but somewhere you care for your social world more. I don’t mind you give preference to your social world but how hard was it if you would have carried me alongside. Now don’t grind your teeth and wipe off those tears. I can’t see you in pain. I am happy out here with you father just missing you a lot. Son, Remember one thing always value the things when you have them because you won’t even realise and they’ll be gone in the blink of eye. You know you have my blessings and love with you. Now, Go and live your life happily without any regrets because regret can destroy you. Promise me you’ll marry soon and have a son. Teach him the things i failed to teach you.
I love you a lot my beautiful son.

Yours Mom 🙂 :* (I hope I made the right smiley son )

He cried his heart out and fell on ground !


Posted in literary

A Letter from a girl

I would like to thank you mom for teaching me that it’s my duty to cover myself with  curtains before coming out of the house. You know I am really grateful to you for telling me   that freedom does not mean being free by the soul. Though I am free but I have to  circle my life by  world’s expectations. Yes you are my elder who loves me immensely and don’t want me to draw any unwanted attention towards me. I am happy that you taught me that but I am sorry I won’t teach my girl this shit. No doubt I respect you but I want my girl’s soul to be happy and not just for the world. She will wear what she wants, what she feels looks best on her. I will not judge her because it’s her body and she knows how to flaunt her beauty while respecting my teachings. She will party late if she wants to and no one I mean it no one in this world has the right to judge my daughter for the clothes she’ll wear.

For you, it’s always a girl’s fault isn’t it ? Let me ask you something.
Is it my fault that god made me beautiful ? Did I asked for this beauty ? If I have got this beautiful gift why won’t I flaunt it.
Then you will say the boy was admiring the beauty god has made then let me be  specific. There is a big difference between  admiring a beauty and raping by eyes.

Mom you said it was ok to be friends with boys then why it’s not ok if I am hanging out with them. Why does you always have to worry about the society ? Let them think na what they want to at the end I am you daughter and what you think about me is what matters. Society is pathetic mom. No matter what I do they will judge me. Will you stop me from breathing as well, if they start complaining about it ? Am I more important to you or this shitty society?

You say I should not wear crop top as the gap between my top and jeans is too much but you ask me to wear a saree and you are ok for me to flaunt my tummy to the world ? Will boys close their eyes then ? Mom does not matter If I wear jeans, skirt,suit,saree; the bitter truth is a pervert will always try to look at my naked part and If he won’t get to see that he will stare at the size of my Boobs. And a gentlemen will always see how beautiful I look ! Why is it you who have to teach us what to wear ? Let their parents teach them how to behave?

You know Sometimes I’m so shattered I feel like cutting my neck with the knife, but then a feeling stops me. A feeling of giving a birth. God gave me the gift to bring someone to life and how can I not respect that by ending my life.

You gave me a life. I have been taking this shit for a longtime but not anymore. Today it has to be my voice. I won’t be the quarry of lust anymore. I will live my life the way I want to and If anyone tries to put me in the ground then he will face the dust not me.


Love you mom,
Your daughter