Mother

Here I am sitting in front of my mother-in-law. She is sleeping... atleast it looks like that. But I know she is not having sound sleep. She is disturbed. Having disturbed sleep. Very very restless. In her sleep, she is moving her hands, moving her fingers, muttering something. I know she is happy inside. She has had her favorite lunch of fish curry, fried fish and rice.... after so long. To be precise, after nearly one and half month. One and half month of hospitalization. One and half month lying on the same bed in that confined space, seeing the same piece of sky from the same window. She is back home yesterday. Today I made her favorite fish for lunch. She ate well. She even said so... appreciated food... home food. And now in her sleep, she is remembering her sons; she wants her other son to have fish curry..  May be he too must have had good food for lunch. May be he might have had fish curry... yes, his wife is good cook too. But she is MOTHER. If she eats something good, she wants that her son should have it too. In her sleep she is moving hands as if she is serving someone. She is muttering her son's name in her sleep. Urging him to have some more fish, That is Mother's heart. Mother always thinks of her child. Always...whatever her condition is.. even if she herself is not well. In half consiousness too, she remembers that her child loves fish and she shouldn't eat same without offering it to him.