My foremost love - Maa
When last year I met her, she was old and frail. Her uncombed hair, loosely tied up in a bun and the distant look in her eyes made me feel distress inside. She was near to 70 and was weak. But she had the same charm in her smile and talks that I had always been observed and relished since my childhood. Even she had the same glow in her skin and the typical round-shaped eyes in her round shape face. Her old-age ailments made her weak, thin and leaned otherwise she was more alive than a young heart. I still remember she was once full of Life and un-baffled by any hardship. Her strength and grit, her calmness and undisturbed disposition had always influenced me. She was extremely meticulous and precise in her thoughts. But now time had changed. Her life had changed. She was old and alone. Her daughters were no longer staying with her. Though she expected somewhere if somehow...Often she would sit silently on the sofa with a lost look in her eyes as if she is waiting for someone to fi...