Children grow up with their parents.
And parents grow old without their children.
A lonely mother.
She is left with just stories and memories.
of her children.
who stay far away, in some metro city, or in a foreign land.
She happily tells all her relatives,
that her son lives in America, works in a Big company.
Owns a flat, a car, and what not.
She happily says that her children live a life of abundance.
But, at night, when she eats alone, with no one but the TV talking to her, she longs for her son.
When she struggles to change the settings of the Air Conditioner,
she wishes her daughter was around.
She misses them. She wants them to be with her.
She was all along when her children were growing up.
But, now, she is alone, when she is growing old.
She has a smart phone in her hand, with her son's picture on it.
She longs to hug him. But she can only touch the touch screen of the iphone her son sent her from the US.
When she needs a hand to climb up the stairs, she sheds a silent tear,
She does not cook a lavish spread, just few loafs of bread.
For whom shall she cook, she thinks.
But she tells the next door aunty very happily that her son's visa has been renewed.
And the daughter in law also has gotten a job there.
And within her, her heart sinks that her children might never come home,
except for a week in a year.
And may be, she will have to eat her food with the TV, till the last day of her life.
But she says nothing.
P.S : No intentions to hurt anyone, or judge one's choices in life. Purely personal thoughts.