Monday, November 09, 2009

Holding on..

I think I was in standard 1 or max 2.We didn't have a car then and our usual mode of travel was a cycle rickshaw.Dad had established a new business and that kept him away from us for days.

Like all children, I loved it when Ma came to pick me up from school and then I did not realise what an ordeal it would be for her to come all the way, just to pick me up and give me that happiness.

My school was a convent and as you entered from the front gate, there was a garden and surrounding it the driveway coming to the back gate. My happiest memories is that of seeing Ma across the garden in a pink saree. I went running to her and hugged her from the waist and she smiled and asked: "You recognised me from all that distance?" and I kissed her and replied that I would do that anywhere, with some pride in my voice.

I remember the whole scene as if it happened yesterday, even the feeling I had when I was a little girl whose greatest joy was running to her mom when she came to pick her up from school.

Somehow I never want to let this one go.

8 comments:

Sangfroid said...

This is a very beautiful memory. Never let it go ... :-)

Very sweet!

geet said...

dont ever let it go!!!!!

J said...

Some memories.. are never meant to be forgotten.

Sam said...

Sangfroid, Geet, J: :)

ani said...

:) yeah don't let it go ever!

Sam said...

Ani, Won't :)

Shruti said...

aww so sweet :*

Sam said...

Shruti, :)