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“Dil hai Chota sa, choti si asha. Mast bhare maan ki, bholi si aasha. Chand taaron ko chune ki assha, asamaon me udane ki aasha….”, went the alarm. Manasvi had this song as the alarm soundtrack. She always wished to start the day with her favourite song. It filled her heart with positivity and hope for a wonderful day ahead. The first few minutes of awakening were meant only for nourishing her undying positive attitude, every day, without fail.

Today, there was something special. Instead of turning off the alarm, she let is run for a while. A smile descended on her fresh from rest face. Before she could realise it, she was humming it.

Knock-knock sound on the bedroom door brought her back to the present. She answered the door and found Manav standing in front of her, a little perplexed. Still humming the song, she hugged him dearly. And then patted on his back. He has grown up too fast, she thought. With a big question mark on his face, Manav went ahead with his morning routine.

Soon Manasvi got busy preparing breakfast for Manav. She glanced through their monthly breakfast chart. Paneer Paratha was their favourite and it was the menu for the day as per the breakfast chart! A happy coincidence to add to her joy. After all, it was the last day of Manav’s board exam. The last one was Manav’s favourite too, Social Studies.

Before both of them could realise, it was time for Manav to board the bus. Manasi joined him till the bus stop, which was at the entrance of their apartment. Though Manav did not like it on regular days, the exam time was a little different though. Waving bye to Mom him the necessary assurance to step forward with confidence.

While on her way back home, the song still echoed in her mind. Once home, she checked her email. She printed two tickets that were received a few days back, by email. She had been planning for a surprise for Manav for about a month. She booked a rental car for the next day’s sojourn. It was a befiting reward for the hard work as well as the teamwork of the Mom – Son duo!

Day went on as ordinary as usual with only one marked change, twinkles in the eyes of Manasvi never ceased. Soon, Manav returned home. He was ecstatic. His face declared that the last paper was a cakewalk for him. He flashed a sign of victory. When Manav was about to hug her, he realised that she was holding something at her back. Moving a step behind, he held her firmly and tried peeping over her shoulders and then on to her sides. She had no choice but to surrender to her now 6ft giant little kiddo!

Manav grabbed what Manasvi was holding out of his sight till then. As he glanced at it, his face gleamed up. A shriek of joy escaped him… it was the only thing that he could let out… and why wouldn’t it be!!! For it was the ticket to a helicopter ride over the city. Manav always wished to glide like a bird in the clouds. He ran all around the living room while making a shrieking sound… for he was mute by birth. Manasvi had raised him single-handedly. The world had come crumbling down twice for her; the first time when her husband died in a freak accident while piloting the helicopter and the second time when the tests confirmed that Manav was dumb (mute).

A tear rolled down her cheek as she watched Manav glide into the living room. Suddenly Manav stopped, ran towards her mobile and fetched her earphone. Plugging one stud in her ear and another to his, he played her favourite song…

”Dil hai chota sa. Choti si aasha…”

 

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17 Comments

Dilipkumar Gandhi · November 11, 2017 at 5:07 pm

Wow .. it brought tears in the end … so much positivity …

    canvaswithrainbow · November 12, 2017 at 9:38 am

    Thank you Dilipkumar ji for visiting. I had a lump in throat as well when I finished writing this fictional tale.

sudha krishnan · November 12, 2017 at 4:36 am

A tragic story yet speaks volumes of a mother's grit and determination. Very well expressed a mother's emotions

    canvaswithrainbow · November 12, 2017 at 9:40 am

    Mother's grit is born the day she becomes mother! Thanks Sudha for visiting and sharing your thoughts.

The Unknown Journey Ahead · November 12, 2017 at 3:34 pm

What a fantastic accomplishment. But now, will the mother accompany her son on the helicopter ride, or will the memories of how her husband died overwhelm her? This short story has so many layers in it – well done.

    canvaswithrainbow · November 12, 2017 at 5:06 pm

    Oh thank you so much for furthering this tale! Appreciate that! Thanks for visiting…

Deliciously Alive · November 14, 2017 at 4:20 pm

This left me misty eyed and smiling at the same time. Salute to Mansi, for being such an amazing Mom, and to you for capturing the emotions of the Mother and Son so well.

canvaswithrainbow · November 15, 2017 at 2:12 am

Thank you Mayuri for visiting and encouragements.

meha sharma · November 16, 2017 at 10:42 am

Beautiful and inspirational!!

keerthi vydyula · November 16, 2017 at 4:25 pm

Congratulations Anagha for winning the WOW badge 🙂

    canvaswithrainbow · November 16, 2017 at 4:46 pm

    Thanks Keerthi. I hope you had good time reading this tale!

Sonal · April 23, 2021 at 3:13 pm

So well depicted emotions of mother and son 💙

Aaditi Dixit · April 23, 2021 at 5:55 pm

Very nice tale and yes it did bring tears of joy at the end of the story.

Aaditi Dixit · April 23, 2021 at 5:57 pm

Very nice tale and yes it did brought tears of joy at the end of the story.

Nutan Parekh · April 23, 2021 at 6:20 pm

Always love to read yr stories… Feels like really happened in someone ‘s life

Anuj · April 30, 2021 at 10:32 pm

Really heart-touching and very beautifully written ! Loved the way it unfolded! A big salute to all mothers.

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