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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Inspirational / Uplifting
- Published: 03/20/2014
16 March 2014, 6:40 pm -
Namita stood waving, silent tears trickling down buttercup smooth cheeks. As he disappeared into the throng at the airport with Gerard, she turned around and made her way towards the parking zone.
She unlocked the car, intending to drive home immediately, especially as the distant rumbling heralded a storm in its wake. However, she rested her forehead on the steering wheel, seeking a moment of respite from the demons she had battled with, often, in the past two months. A woman known for her fortitude, it had been a challenge to maintain a sunny demeanor in front of Jay.
“El tiempo pasa y pasa y yo sigo asi…” sang Namita’s mobile.
“Hi honey! Boarded the plane?”
“Yeah Mom. Will call you again once I land at Colombo. Just wanted to let you know I have left a box for Natasha on my bed. Please give it to her once she is home.”
“Ok darling. Take care of yourself. Will wait for your call. Don’t forget, you need to call me twice a day at least.”
“Yeah Mom. I promised and I will. Got to go now. Byeeee!”
Namita bid farewell, a knowing smile on her lips. Her son loved to spring surprises and Natasha would certainly be whooping for joy, when she opened the box. Her mind winged back to the surprise he had sprung on her two months ago.
11 January 2014 -
Namita had been chopping vegetables, watching her favourite soap, when Jay, her twenty five year old son, walked into the dining room.
“Mom - What’s for dinner tonight?”
“Noodle soup, baked beans, salad and toast.”
“Great! I love the soup”, replied Jay.
Namita watched her son drumming his fingers on the tabletop. Wiping her hands, she touched his and said, “Ok, what’s on your mind?”
Jay chuckled and held her hand tightly. “You always know, Mom.”
“Well…there is a travel agency in Singapore, which runs tours for blind people. The facilities provided are awesome. Wait till you visit their website and you will understand what I am talking about. You know, I have always been a traveler at heart. I need to go out and start living again, write as I always have, which I can’t do without experiencing it all. The tours last for two weeks usually. I have already spoken to Gerard, the owner, at length. Each blind sightseer is assigned a guide cum companion. His team is visiting India currently. The next phase of the trip is from India to Colombo, in March. I can join them then. Seems really exciting Mom.”
“I will come with you, Jay.”
“No. Maa, I want to go alone…”
Namita looked at him, her heart pounding, her hand clinging onto his, even more tightly. Whilst she heard the excitement threading his words and strove to understand his need to live independently, all natural instincts warred with the choice being made by him.
“Can we sleep on it tonight and discuss this tomorrow over dinner?” asked Namita.
Jay capitulated immediately, well aware of the space his mother needed at that moment.
Jay had lost his eyesight in a hit and run accident in the summer of 2010. Expecting to witness and experience a traumatized phase with her son, Jay had surprised them all with his resilience. Gradually, he had learnt to walk, clothe himself, identify currency, visit the supermarket, operate computers, etc., independently. He had also resumed writing on a freelance basis.
14 March 2014, 7: 05pm -
Namita heaved a heartfelt sigh. “Every accomplishment starts with the decision to try” she recited her favourite quote aloud, drawing much needed strength. She could not have denied her son his wish, eventually.
Apprehensions aside, she was proud of the courage displayed by her son.
Giving herself a shake, she turned the key in the ignition. It was time to drive on.
Living(Akansha)
16 March 2014, 6:40 pm -
Namita stood waving, silent tears trickling down buttercup smooth cheeks. As he disappeared into the throng at the airport with Gerard, she turned around and made her way towards the parking zone.
She unlocked the car, intending to drive home immediately, especially as the distant rumbling heralded a storm in its wake. However, she rested her forehead on the steering wheel, seeking a moment of respite from the demons she had battled with, often, in the past two months. A woman known for her fortitude, it had been a challenge to maintain a sunny demeanor in front of Jay.
“El tiempo pasa y pasa y yo sigo asi…” sang Namita’s mobile.
“Hi honey! Boarded the plane?”
“Yeah Mom. Will call you again once I land at Colombo. Just wanted to let you know I have left a box for Natasha on my bed. Please give it to her once she is home.”
“Ok darling. Take care of yourself. Will wait for your call. Don’t forget, you need to call me twice a day at least.”
“Yeah Mom. I promised and I will. Got to go now. Byeeee!”
Namita bid farewell, a knowing smile on her lips. Her son loved to spring surprises and Natasha would certainly be whooping for joy, when she opened the box. Her mind winged back to the surprise he had sprung on her two months ago.
11 January 2014 -
Namita had been chopping vegetables, watching her favourite soap, when Jay, her twenty five year old son, walked into the dining room.
“Mom - What’s for dinner tonight?”
“Noodle soup, baked beans, salad and toast.”
“Great! I love the soup”, replied Jay.
Namita watched her son drumming his fingers on the tabletop. Wiping her hands, she touched his and said, “Ok, what’s on your mind?”
Jay chuckled and held her hand tightly. “You always know, Mom.”
“Well…there is a travel agency in Singapore, which runs tours for blind people. The facilities provided are awesome. Wait till you visit their website and you will understand what I am talking about. You know, I have always been a traveler at heart. I need to go out and start living again, write as I always have, which I can’t do without experiencing it all. The tours last for two weeks usually. I have already spoken to Gerard, the owner, at length. Each blind sightseer is assigned a guide cum companion. His team is visiting India currently. The next phase of the trip is from India to Colombo, in March. I can join them then. Seems really exciting Mom.”
“I will come with you, Jay.”
“No. Maa, I want to go alone…”
Namita looked at him, her heart pounding, her hand clinging onto his, even more tightly. Whilst she heard the excitement threading his words and strove to understand his need to live independently, all natural instincts warred with the choice being made by him.
“Can we sleep on it tonight and discuss this tomorrow over dinner?” asked Namita.
Jay capitulated immediately, well aware of the space his mother needed at that moment.
Jay had lost his eyesight in a hit and run accident in the summer of 2010. Expecting to witness and experience a traumatized phase with her son, Jay had surprised them all with his resilience. Gradually, he had learnt to walk, clothe himself, identify currency, visit the supermarket, operate computers, etc., independently. He had also resumed writing on a freelance basis.
14 March 2014, 7: 05pm -
Namita heaved a heartfelt sigh. “Every accomplishment starts with the decision to try” she recited her favourite quote aloud, drawing much needed strength. She could not have denied her son his wish, eventually.
Apprehensions aside, she was proud of the courage displayed by her son.
Giving herself a shake, she turned the key in the ignition. It was time to drive on.
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