Amma

“Amma,mera operation ho gaya!!” (I ran and hugged my mom standing outside the school premises to take me home after the classes)

“Kya hua?Tum itne khush kyon ho??”

“Amma,big sir (my principal) ne kaha ki mera class LKG se class UKG me operation ho gaya!!” (and one can see that my joys knew no bound)

“Achcha to tumhe promotion mil gaya hai”

And mummy started laughing and hugged me.She promised that she would prepare “SEWAIYAAN” for me on this achievement of mine.
When she returned home (our two room rented flat) she would tell all our neighbours that how did I mis-spelt the word “promotion”.

Today whenever we all are together she would tell everyone, all these stories and I would laugh on them. “Wahi Sonu aaj kitna bada ho gaya hai!!” ..this is the line she repeats happily,everytime. Last time when I was at home I asked,“Mummy mere liye ek half sweater bunn(knit) dena” .”Arre nahi tum apne liye ek sweater kharid lo”,She replied. But I insisted her to knit a sweater for me because I cant get any thing better than what she knits for me.
She knows well that what I like to eat whenever I am at home, she prepares all of them for me.I don’t like “bhindi ki sabzi” usually, but I love to eat the one that mummy prepares.
Today it has been more than five years since I left home for further studies. She is getting older and cant walk properly. I go to see her once or twice in a year and whenever I go home she asks me to shift over to Muzaffarpur (my hometown).She is getting a room made for me in our new house, knowing it well that I wont be visiting much often. It has been years since I went home in CHHATH (the famous festival in Bihar) but she never misses a chance to send me the “Prasad”.
I really miss her love and care. I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me.
Reams of papers and reels of films have expressed the love of a mother but I can just say:

If I was damned of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother o' mine, O mother o'mine.