"Hey, you look almost like me! How is it possible?"
"My mom always used to say that she gave birth to twins. But, after she was shifted to a ward from delivery room, they found out that there was only one baby and the other baby was stolen. I have a strong feeling that you are my twin. I should take you to my mother, she will be very happy seeing you!"
"Really? I have a twin-brother and a mother? It was a predicament to live with the fact that I had no one I could call my own, all these years! I want to know I have a mother, I have a brother and they are real!"
"Come home, sister! I want you to meet my mother! Sorry, our mother!"
Devoured by mixed emotions of sorrow, happiness, gratitude and fear, I visit my mother with my twin.
I stood at the threshold of a small hut with thatched roof. There was something like a small clearing of ground that made their house a home. I saw an oily kerosene stove blackened with soot. Next to that, I saw an aging woman, her partly graying locks fell across her cheeks as she struggled to light the stove for lunch. Maybe, she could not be certified as a beautiful woman in beauty pageants, but she was definitely beautiful to a daughter. A daughter like me who had cried through lonely nights without my mother on my side; a daughter like me who had fervently wished that there was a beneficent fairy who could be my mother; a daughter like me who had been stamped over by reprobates because of which I remained a morose; a daughter like me who was not condoled with, in tough times. The word 'beauty' is very subjective, right?
"What are you looking at? She is your mother! Come on in!"
I stepped in and looked into her eyes. Yes, I saw unconditional love in them as they glistened with tears. My eyes reciprocated her feelings. She touched me. I was being touched by an invisible power that rejuvenated me from a vapid state of life, I could not tell. She could not believe that I was grown-up and standing in front of her in flesh and blood.
She burst out crying and hugged me. I had no words to speak. My twin joined us and we were family again.
Written for Indispire - edition 103 on Indiblogger.in
"My mom always used to say that she gave birth to twins. But, after she was shifted to a ward from delivery room, they found out that there was only one baby and the other baby was stolen. I have a strong feeling that you are my twin. I should take you to my mother, she will be very happy seeing you!"
"Really? I have a twin-brother and a mother? It was a predicament to live with the fact that I had no one I could call my own, all these years! I want to know I have a mother, I have a brother and they are real!"
"Come home, sister! I want you to meet my mother! Sorry, our mother!"
Devoured by mixed emotions of sorrow, happiness, gratitude and fear, I visit my mother with my twin.
I stood at the threshold of a small hut with thatched roof. There was something like a small clearing of ground that made their house a home. I saw an oily kerosene stove blackened with soot. Next to that, I saw an aging woman, her partly graying locks fell across her cheeks as she struggled to light the stove for lunch. Maybe, she could not be certified as a beautiful woman in beauty pageants, but she was definitely beautiful to a daughter. A daughter like me who had cried through lonely nights without my mother on my side; a daughter like me who had fervently wished that there was a beneficent fairy who could be my mother; a daughter like me who had been stamped over by reprobates because of which I remained a morose; a daughter like me who was not condoled with, in tough times. The word 'beauty' is very subjective, right?
"What are you looking at? She is your mother! Come on in!"
I stepped in and looked into her eyes. Yes, I saw unconditional love in them as they glistened with tears. My eyes reciprocated her feelings. She touched me. I was being touched by an invisible power that rejuvenated me from a vapid state of life, I could not tell. She could not believe that I was grown-up and standing in front of her in flesh and blood.
She burst out crying and hugged me. I had no words to speak. My twin joined us and we were family again.
Written for Indispire - edition 103 on Indiblogger.in
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