Mother is Here!
I can hear the rustling of her saree. I can hear the tinkle of her bangles , the majestic but musical sounds of her silambu ,her voice that calls out to my name and the sweet sound of veena. She holds the paasa and ankusa ,a beautifully curved sugar cane bow and an arrow consisting of five flowers. My gaze falls on her abhaya hasta and all the fear in my heart disappears that instant. What I really need now and would need always are her lotus feet. Adorned with designs in red and jewellery that seem to shine with the radiance of her holy feet, they fill my eyes with the only thing I need to see. Her ten toenails that shine like ten moons all at the same time throw soft light at my tired eyes . “You were expecting me?” She asks me as she comfortably seats herself in the sorry space of my cramped heart. Only she can do such a thing. My hridayam is a pathetic place. “ Amma, I am thinking of fixing that…space. Sor...