Your Mother's Great, folks!

If you are reading this, I made your day. Your mother's great, or still better, the greatest. Like mine. And of the rest of us. Because Moms live for their children. They cry with us, laugh for us, scrape for us, live and die for us. This is not meant as a bait for you readers, this is a tribute to all the Moms - and Dads too - who made whatever was possible for us possible. Also, way before I decided to start a blog, I had decided on what my debut post is going to be. About my mother. In other words, Moms the world over right from the time Eve conceived, till Judgment Day.
My mom is no more. She died in an accident. I don't believe that actually. I hate the word 'died', when used this way. It is a four-letter word - the worst of all. How could she have died? Right from the time I started going to temples (somewhat seriously), I used to always make it a point to ask God to give my parents a longer life span than me. Let my mom be till I am alive, I prayed each time. And look what happened.
Actually, it never occurred to me that she would pass out of my life, just like that. She never told me. Also, I was nothing without her - and she knew it. She couldn't have left me. Moms don't do that.
I know everyone (including me, probably) will think I don't know what I am talking about, when you hear this. I think but for my friend, my mom would have lived. He 'killed' her sort of.
When that accident happened to my mom, I wasn't at home. And therein lies a pathetic, sob story.
On the night before Doomsday, I had lost my mobile. It was in the early nineties - at a time when a cellphone was really a showpiece and not a basic accessory. It was also quite pricey. And it was critical to have it the morrow specifically for my business. Without it my business would be hit badly, and so I was in the foulest mood at the time when I came home. One look at me, a few words from me, and mom understood everything. The next day, I got up and told her gruffly that I was leaving to try and recover my mobile. I had no time to have my breakfast. She understood, and before I could whip myself to a presentable form, she thrust out a plate filled with my favorite dish (mixed brinjal rice) and implored me to eat it. "As it is, even don't know when you will come back," she said.
It was the last meal she served to anyone, and the last meal I really relished, without the either of us knowing it. My father was waiting for his breakfast to be served, but mom told him to wait a few minutes, till she returned from the temple just across my house. She left a few moments after me - and never returned.
A tourist taxi hit her and consumed the life of the gentlest, humblest and the most accommodating person I have never known in my life. She was the greatest. It's not just me, people who knew her were unanimous about her being very, very special.
For almost seven hours after her ******, my family was searching for me. Remember, they couldn't contact me over phone as I had lost my mobile! I was busy making the rounds of the police station trying my best to get my phone back. At around one in the afternoon, I felt very uneasy and empty, for a reason I could not explain. It was an eerie sort of feeling, where you feel depressed without knowing why. It was my sickening sixth sense telling me that calamity had struck. I brushed it off, but late in the evening, I felt a strange and uncontrollable urge to call home.
When I called, my wife took up and quite strangely, asked me, "Where are you?" What difference does it make, I wondered. "Your mother is sick, come home soon," she said trying to sound calm. "Give it to her," I replied, with my mind going blank, though I suspected nothing. My wife gave the phone to my relative, who said ominously, "We are all here, come soon." My heart stopped beating. "What do you mean?" I shouted, "Give it to mom." He gave it to my friend who repeated the same. I was now SCARED. "GIVE IT TO MY MOM!" I said, sounding even more desperate. He was silent. "You are my friend, pl. tell me WHAT IS WRONG," I begged him. And then he spoke, when in parenthesis, I feel, he shouldn't have spoken the way he did. "Your mother's no more."
If only I had not heard that, if only he had not said that, my mother would have not been ****. I know it is crazy, but so what. I refuse to believe otherwise. My mom would never leave me in the lurch like this.
Destiny does get the timing right, sometimes. If I had not lost my mobile, I would have seen my gentle, mom suffer the worst suffering in her life. And it would have been more than I could handle. The trauma of seeing her grappling with life and death would have been probably life-altering for me. She didn't want that to happen to her son. Till the end she protected me.
I lost the mobile because she didn't want me to suffer this trauma.
Even today, I cry like a baby, though I am touching 50. But then, every son is a child to his mother.
Friends, if you have lost either of your parents, I am with you. I know how it feels. You can lose everything in the world, but still recover, excepting your parents. They are irreplaceable. They are also the only special people in all our lives.
Have anything special to say about these special people in your life? Write in, and make my day!
Meanwhile, as this is the first of my post, let me tell you that I would be writing in a lot of stuff on a lot of topics that would be a lot of interest to a lot of us!