Mamu.

Something I wrote for the writer's block which I want mamu to read.
Mamu, I love you! =)


Date: 4th September
Location: New Delhi

Exactly a month today that I left home and it feels like it’s been ages already. 

The first memory of summer this year in Kathmandu, almost 3 months back is overseeing the whole city from around 1600 ft high. The small window gave me a limited view of houses that were sprouting out like colorful mushrooms. The engine hovered from the beautiful mountains and green land to Kapan- Cahabhil- Gaushala and then the runway. And when you are in a plane full of excited people waiting to see, feel & breathe Nepal, it is no less than a local bus plying around Ringroad. My mother was waiting there for me at the airport. Ready with her arms wide open, almost crying- then I know, Im home. She got me a Chocopie and Frooti to drink during my ride back home. I devoured them in between talks about Delhi, while she listened to everything I had to say intently touching my cheeks/ holding my hands - loving me so much more.

What made me write this post is just something very random that made me realize I am a stupid fool. This summer, when my mother wanted me to stay home with her- to chat, cook food together, watch movies- I ignored her and went to see my friends. Not that I don’t love her, I do- so much but I don’t know what is so tempting about friends. I just had a Skype date with her and she said that she loves me so much also that she can’t wait for me to come back. The cutest thing is, she is already counting days. And I am planning to go back on Mid November. Two and half months

Ahh- a mother’s heart.

Just tell your mother that you love her.