M
Welcome back 🤗
My mom smiled at me and her smile kind off, hugged me, stayed with me...
R J Palacio
Motherhood in all its entirety is renascence of a woman into acculturating and embracing a new lease of life that the heavens above bestows a woman with. And the genesis of being a fore-bearer to a child reshapes and moulds the of progenitress, forever.
Satrupa's life revolved around Vatsalya, especially after having been left bereft of all the love and affection from a husband who is antithetical to her. And the fore-giving of the twin left a void which only and only Vatsalya filled up with his presence and exuberance. And like any mother Satrupa's life and happiness was an appurtenance and reflection of his life, his merriment, his joys and his sorrows, and rightly so.
Yet, the rarity of having been left unhinged with the rude awakening of her beloved son's demise, has not only transmuted her into a rigid entity, but has also seized the contentment and cheerfulness that Vatsalya and his existence and companionship brought along with him.
And the only thing that cajoles her timid heart into a moment of satisfaction are the remnants of her beloved son's memories...one's that will be bound to her.. and him.. only.
A prophetic and moving epitaph depicting the bond of love that a mother shares with her son, M. This certainly pulled at my heartstrings.
Thank you for writing this !!
Edited by Ecrivain. - 7 years ago