Your Mother is no More

Mia was 25 years of age now. She was doing dishes in the kitchen when Lee, her friend asked her, “Hey, you don’t talk much about your mother. How is she? How does she look like?”

With Lee’s words, Mia drifted into the time when she was just 12 years old. Pictures of her mother cooking, cleaning home and doing all the household chores were dimly clear in her mind. After faintly smiling, Mia replied, “My mother? I remember her like a painting. I remember her in bits and parts, but yes, I do remember her!” To her weird reply, Lee was left bewildered and she finally asked, “What do you mean?”

Mia, clearly sad by now, replied her, “I was 12 when I first heard the words- your mother is no more. She has moved to another world.” All the pain of her lifetime was evident on her face now. She was visibly upset as she remembered how at such a tender age she was compelled by the destiny to behave like a mature girl. After all, she had brother to look after, who was too young (only 4 years old) to understand where the most amazing woman of his life had gone.

Mia, still a child, with all her heart and soul tried to be a mother to her young brother. Father was shattered too. She, nevertheless, was the backbone of her home in the most difficult time of her family. She smiled outside to the world, while crying at heart. Every day she pretended to be perfectly fine and healing fast, while at the same time, her soul was sinking inside her. She was extremely fragile at the inside. Every day after completing the household chores (something that her mother used to do), letting her father go into the world of books where he found solace, and putting to bed her little brother, Mia used to go up on the terrace and look at the dark sky filled with stars. One fine day she had asked her mother where the dead people went and her mother had told her, “They all become the stars. The brightest star in the sky is the one you miss the most.”

Looking at the stars up above her head, she used to talk aloud to them, “Which one are you Maa?” She knew there wouldn’t be any answer and so, her heart (still a child) used to believe, by default, that the brightest star in the sky was Maa. At first, she would look at the brightest star, her Maa, for long and when mother’s face came before her eyes, lines of tears formed from her eyes to her lips. “I miss you…a lot. You know that? There is so much to talk to you, so much to tell you how I feel, so much to hear from you, but…”
Every day, Mia used to talk to the brightest star of the dark sky and tears drenched her eyes. When her eyes felt heavy with the burden of her emotions, and mind came to a standstill, she went down to her room, kissed the little brother, and sleep, crying for the last time of the day!

While Mia was the mother to her brother and a woman to her father, unfortunately, she was all alone and she really didn’t know who to talk to; when things felt hard on her. Life was complex! Her soul hurt every second, every minute, every moment of the day, but there was absolutely no one to confide into. When she went to her friends’ home and saw them cuddling with their mother, her heart squeezed a little, but she still managed to brave a smile on her face. Every time her friends told her how their mother was the biggest support of their life, she cried at heart; felt extremely jealous and prayed to God to grant her immense strength to bear the unbelievable loss of her life!

Eventually, Mia grew up to be a very kind-hearted soul, but with a very weak heart. Little things made her glad and little things made her extremely sad too. Her heart was very soft and so, everything said to her implied a very deep meaning in her life. She was an avid thinker, in fact, an extreme thinker and so little things said in a rude manner, used to put her in her extreme thoughts, where only the brightest star could help her. Every time she was hurt, she found solace in her thoughts where she kept talking to her Maa and missed her incredibly. She used to miss putting her head in the lap of her mother; she used to miss her mother’s touch and her embrace.  Basically, she missed her incredibly.

It was after Karl’s entry to her life, that Mia’s life became better. Mia was 23 when she first talked to Karl. His words comforted her. She found tranquility in her life after he came in. He loved her immensely and no matter what people said, he was always there for her. Karl became the new star of Mia’s life. She confided into him.

Today, Mia is 25. Karl and Mia are married now. Karl is still the star of Mia’s life. Mia’s brother found a new father. Mia’s father found a new friend with whom he could talk everything. Mia’s father sat for hours with Karl and poured his heart out to him. Karl was the dustbin of secrets of Mia’s father by now. He told her things that Mia never knew and would never ever know, for Karl was the real promise-keeper.

Everything was great, but still, when Karl was sometimes tough on Mia, she went to the terrace, searched for the brightest star and said, “I wish I could talk to you about his rudeness at times Maa. I really miss you…!”

Published by akanksha89

Writing for me is another word for 'breathing.' It is my addiction and I wish and hope that this addiction takes me far in realizing my dream of being a very successful writer. I believe in laughter with my friends, dipping into my thoughts and extracting some really powerful and inspiring stories. I believe in living free, spending each day with a lot more courage and strength. I love lone reading and my dream is to have a beautiful huge library in a home, with a coffee vending machine in the corner and a bean bag where I can just sit and read whatever I want- no one to disturb and no one to intrude my privacy, my "me-time." Keep Reading!! Disclaimer: All the stories on this blog are purely a work of fiction and writer's own imagination and are not copied from anywhere else. DO NOT COPY any of these stories. Also, all the characters of the stories are purely a work of fiction and imagination and have no resemblance to any person living or dead. The stories on this page are meant for recreational purpose and for readers' interest. Any action taken by any of the reader (after reading any of the story) is utterly their own responsibility.

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