I imagine her shy, soft spoken and warm. Her eyes gentle behind bushy eyebrows. Her saree wrapped casually, busy frying treats for her son. Other times, I imagine her chuckling, heartily enjoying the rented movies playing on our tiny TV screen. I imagine her enjoying a softy cone in bright daylight her son by her side a smile playing on his lips. I imagine her sitting with pride in the passenger seat on the front row watching her baby drive her to places she had not dreamed of. I watch her in my mind offering prayers to God. Earnest and heartfelt.
I imagine her palm on my head blessing me, sharing with me her first born. I imagine her walking with me side by side sharing insider jokes and forming a front against the menfolk of the house. I imagine her taking me to task for not letting her do all the work in the kitchen. I imagine the warmth and the love. I imagine the shared kinship. I imagine one another mother to call up every week.
Sometimes, I think I really do know her. Maybe I do.
Imagine!!! A momentary elude of physcial sense- Some times helps in creating a niche.
Beautiful. Is that your imagination of your Mother-in- law?
I am sure she would have been so happy to know you as her D-I-L? Have you never met her?
Aww….A warm, touching post Laksh.
Very well written, is it her birthday ? It is wonderful when we can finally have a relationship with our mother-in-law the same as we do with our mothers. There is a lot to learn out there from all mothers…
Aha, the beauty of imagination, helps you “live” those moments even though real life deprives you of it. Isn’t it?
Touching. I miss perima…
@ramesh: am not sure I really follow what you say
@manchus: yes.
@Rekha: No. And I regret that.
@gayu: Thank you!
@Kiran: Thanks. It was her death anniv.
@Suman: Sure does.
@Shalu: Strangely I miss her too.