"Keep Ur hands on mine and promise me that you will not fight with each other after I am gone!"
Maa had done this oath taking three times. She wud call us and we wud place our hands on hers. No words spoken. Just Maa wud say what she wanted to say.
My brothers wud hold their emotions. I wud tear up. This thought of losing her was always unbearable.
Later, I would ask where is she getting these ideas from? This oath taking stuff. Has she been watching lots of medieval TV serials? Turned out her favorite shows were contemporary 'Qabool Hai' and ' Kumkum Bhagya'.
Growing up without father, we had grown with some idiotic temperaments. Specially Me. Maa knew us well. This is how she wanted to keep peace between us even when she is not around.
I think we need to come up with a new word to describe mothers. Calling them 'God' wud invite wrath of the Mullahs and calling them simply 'mothers' does not do justice to them.
