Story of a lost journalist

November 10, 2006

I love him so…

Filed under: Fiction — Cris @ 05:02

He was looking really good this morning. Amit is turning 25 today. They must be planning a big party at the house. I heard him say “Be ready for the big day Mom”. I saw her kissing his forehead. “My boy! You are becoming a big man son”. I think her eyes were moist.
As I saw him walk down the lane I couldnt help feeling jealous..

I had given up on him.. He was all mine and I let him go
I felt I wasnt good enough for him. And he did become successful in life. He had all that he needed .. or did he?

I have wondered many times if I was doing the wrong thing. I never found out the answer. But I cant take it anymore…

I have seen him walk down that lane everyday for the past 20 years. He was my closest neighbor. He has always smiled at me. I smiled back at him. Sometimes he’d come and talk to me. I wonder if he ever saw in my eyes what he means to me.. As he got older he visited less. He had other things to do in life. Probably a girl friend..

Like every year, he would bring me sweets a little later and tell me “Its my birthday”
I wanted to kiss his head and tell him how much I love him. But I never did..I would say “happy birthday” and smile.

I’d sometimes give him sweets I make. I’d call his name loudly. He would come over and take some to his home. They must be proud of him..
I never gave him the gifts I got for him.. I didnt want them wondering why I was so generous.

I rarely went to his home. They’d call me all the time. They have never asked about me though my life may seem pretty mysterious. They have always treated me well. I knew I had nothing to worry about..They are really good people.. He was in good hands..

Knowing that, I lived all these years. And now he is 25. If they ever gave him away as I’d always fear, he can take care of himself.. I was there just in case he needed a shelter. He should never be alone..

I must have been wrong or right. I didnt know anything back then. I was 14 and had noone. After 5 years I came to this home to be near him all the time. To see him everyday, to know he is close by…
And today, I say goodbye to this world… A woman cant take any more of this..
As for him, I never got to tell him, I am his unfortunate Mother..Love you son..goodbye..

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14 Comments »

  1. u made the 50th one really memorable…goodie work 🙂

    Comment by just a jester — November 10, 2006 @ 05:08 | Reply

  2. liked the story.i was thinking abt all possible endings while reading 🙂

    Comment by Rhythm — November 12, 2006 @ 11:08 | Reply

  3. think u r concentrating more on technic nowadays- goodie

    😦 (it was a sad story…)

    Comment by you know who — November 12, 2006 @ 18:13 | Reply

  4. man…this was neat!

    Comment by me! — November 18, 2006 @ 04:39 | Reply

  5. very 80 ish malayalam movie like story.. with a depressing ending too. aarghh

    Comment by Amal — November 18, 2006 @ 09:00 | Reply

  6. If you are serious about writing this is not the stuff you need to write. You have to read more, keep writing and sharpen your skills. you will get a lot of ppl praising you(especially if you are a gal), however i dont think they are really appreciating your writing. anyways, all the best..Hope to see something really good in future….

    Comment by Anonymous — November 19, 2006 @ 03:15 | Reply

  7. @Mr.anonymous..

    I don’t think this entry was bad under any standerds..it was def good nd it do have a good flair of professional writing…yaaa author do have much scope for improvement and is well into that direction only…

    nd bout the gal stuff…that was really harsh at all the viewers and commenter’s in this blog…maybe u have a point to correct in urself or may be the way u have been bought up.

    No offenses at anyone…just my opinion…

    JK.

    Comment by JK — November 20, 2006 @ 03:11 | Reply

  8. more than just a “not bad”… i believe this is pretty good..it is a really tough challenge to write a story in about 600 words and write it in sucha way that it doesnt have nuthin in common with some movie someone has seen or some story someone has read….

    This story bears no resemblance any movie i have seen or something which i have read..mebbe there is some similarity some movie or some story….but thn thts almost unavoidable….. kudos to the author for writing it so beautifully in so few words

    Comment by just a jester — November 20, 2006 @ 06:28 | Reply

  9. Hi all,
    Thak you all for your comments.

    Mr Anonymous, you are right I do need to better my writing I have felt so myself. I should read more. I appreciate the suggestion. I hope to get better writing more.

    As for the “praising” I take them as I see them 🙂
    Most of them I know personally and they have told me their honest opinion – good and bad.

    Thanks JK and Jester for your support 🙂

    Keep commenting everyone I love getting comments!
    Cris

    Comment by Cris — November 20, 2006 @ 17:05 | Reply

  10. :P:P:P:P try free gifts….one santro car for the 10 thousandth comment

    Comment by just a jester — November 21, 2006 @ 10:34 | Reply

  11. first time to ur blog! nice read. 🙂

    Comment by ~ sAn ~ — November 26, 2006 @ 13:49 | Reply

  12. wow cwisski, landed on ur bloggie aftew a few weeks n found it has changed into a discussion fowum…

    If anonymous is someone near to all of us, she(i stwongly believe so- seeing that asoya, kushumbu, kunnayma..) should come out to the daylight…

    In this battle, me stand for Cwis, not for who/ what she is- but for what she writes March on, Cwiski…

    Comment by you know who... — December 2, 2006 @ 04:40 | Reply

  13. hmm…hmmm…fine fine…

    Comment by just a jester — December 12, 2006 @ 16:20 | Reply

  14. A touching story.. My eyes are full.. Brought memories of the time I spent with my mother…I am sure that you have very well known the feelings of a mother’s heart ..

    Comment by Javed Miandad — December 6, 2010 @ 00:43 | Reply


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