Don’t blame the Mom, it was an accident. It can happen to anyone. Unfortunate but true.
Don’t blame the Child, he was just curious to see the world. Excited, lost, but dint even realised when it happen.
The baby who can walk now, lost his attention along with the small palm grip he had with his mother.
Walked towards the most colourful distraction he could see in Super-Market as big as the whole word to him.
In this process forgot that his mother warned him multiple times, “do not ever leave my hand”.
The small soul started his journey towards exploration of the treasures what the world had for him.
Reaching to this magnificent destination, the child realised the mother’s warning.
But till this time, he is so away from his mother that finding path back to her on his own, seems to be an impossible task on its own.
The Baby did the best he could. Remembered the path he came from. Walked on it for so long. And finally came to conclusion. His has lost his mother.
Tears rolled down inside of him before it could be expressed on his face. He cried, yes because it was allowed, that’s what a baby can do.
Watching the baby alone, people nearby started to wonder. Not all came for help but one. She was a brave soul. Could understand the pain that baby is going through.
Picked him and asked, “Are you lost? Where is your mother? How dose she look like? Let me help you finding her.”
The baby felt relaxed for the first time. An assurance that he could be re-united with his mother.
An hope that everything will be alright again. With this hope and clearing his own cloudy thoughts, the child tried his best to answer the stranger about his mom.
The stranger woman did everything the best she could do. To sooth the baby’s life, few movements, for how so ever short it may be, count that time as life as true.
She gave him two toys to pay with. The baby was both happy and thankful for the gratitude. But only moments later he cried again and said,
“MUZE MUMMY KE PAAS JANA HAI” ( I want to go to my mother.)
The Woman tried every thing in her power to search for his mother. Told others, went on places the baby described and finally made a public announcement.
She will be waiting in a designated place along with the baby and urged the mother to please come and meet us there.
Baby had the stranger woman, her sympathy, her company and the two very beautiful toys she gave him. But the baby still cried, and shouted, “Muze Mummy K Paas Jana Hai.”
That was a long wait, a very long one, but finally on the designated place, a woman came running with tears on her eyes. She couldn’t take her breath properly, but she held on to her faith.
The baby said, “MUMMA” and they hugged each other.
I don’t remember properly what happen next. I know I am just a narrator of this story but no one told me in detail. As It has already been more than 30 years to this story.
The walking baby has grown up to be the perfect man. Explored the real world bigger than the Supermarket of his childhood. Met the another strange woman of his life who had enough empathy to commit life together with him.
Gave him two magnificent Kids that he never required another toy. He was happy. Living the perfect life.
And One unfortunate Day, his mother Closed her eyes.
Even at age 30, he was still a child.
Tears rolled inside of him before his eyes could shine.
He was quite this time to watch his mother go.
Few people around him who could actually know,
Whats going in his heart he wanted to say out a loud.
Even after years he had the same words in his mouth,
“Muze Mummy Ke Pass Jana Hai”
(I want my mommy.)
#tapishdongre #untoldstories #utsp
(Inspired by recent events in life of my former boss and very close friend. May his mother’s Soul rest in Peace. She was really a wonderful woman, I spend few meaningful chats with. And I actually cried before writing this story and again while reading the draft.)