- 'What are you cooking? Curry can not be taken in the mouth for salt '!

- 'Don't be angry, father. I do not understand '!

Arnav threw the plate on the table and left. At that moment, the whole dining room was filled with the sound of casseroles. Aleya sighed as she looked at her son's departure.

~~~

Twilight evening. Arnav is standing by the railing of the veranda. Didn't eat properly all day. So he put the jhalamurita in his stomach. As soon as the thongata was taken out, it went away with the wind. Immediately a bird landed on it. Very strange - the bird did not play anything. In addition, a food particle flew with the lips. Suddenly this scene touched Arnav's mind. The mother bird is lovingly putting food in the mouth of her little baby. The baby is too young to eat properly. But the mother bird did not give up Despite much difficulty, she put the food in the child's mouth. Then the mother bird grabbed the wing and caressed the baby.

'Are all mothers like that? '- Arnav became confused by the thoughts of the past. How much my mother loved him when he was young! He always fed Arnav good food without eating it himself. Even after the death of his father, his mother kept him wrapped in a blanket of love.

But Arnav! The company went bad. His mother's affections seem invisible to him. He always treats his mother badly.

After seeing today's mother bird, a few drops of tears flowed down Arnav's forehead. Mother's helpless face began to float in my mind.

By that time "Haiya Halas Salah" was coming out of the mosque. Memories of childhood came to Arnav's mind. My mother used to send Arnav to the mosque wearing a Punjabi hat. When Arnav was seen, he too fell down in prostration in the court of Allah. At that moment, Arnav's chest or side became tingling. He has not been to the mosque for a long time. Holding the porch railing, he cried out in a muffled voice - "Mother"!

Mom

Short story