Sujata, My Mother & My Wife

[desiaks]

But now the priority was different. She needed my help and support. I decided to take her out of this self inflicted grief. One friday I came early.

"Look ma what I have brought for you."

"What is it? Any new vegetable?" without even coming out of kitchen she fired those two shots.

"C'mon ma, just come out and see."

"Wait a minute let me cook this first."

"That's enough."

I went into the kitchen put off the gas, hold her left arm with my left hand and put my right arm around her waist and dragged her out of the kitchen into the living room.

"What are you doing son?"

"Even your father has never dragged me like this."

"Ma I am the man of the house now and you must stop grieving now it is enough."

"Look ma this is a new sari for you and I know you already have a matching blouse for this. So please wear this and get ready we have to go for a movie."

"No son I don't. I don't want to see any movie."

"OK Then."

I was pissed off. I quickly went up stair in my room I sat there for a while. I was not sure what to do so I picked up my car key and went out slamming the main door of the house so that my mother could hear it. As I drove out I could see my mother come running towards the main gate but I did not stop. I went to a bar I had 2 shots and was about to leave just then two of my old classmate entered the bar I again went back with them and then I don't know how much I drank but I know that I could no longer walk or speak properly. That day one of my friend took me to my home in his car while the other drove my car to my home.

As they helped me towards the door I saw my mother waiting for me (I could barely remember this). The friends were too embarrassed to talk, they just vanished. The next day when I woke up I was shocked to see myself in my mother's bedroom. My mother was standing beside me crying. I quickly understood what had happened as I had some faint memories of the events after my friends left. I remembered how my mother struggled to bring me to the bedroom and no sooner did she put me in bed I had passed off. . My mother helped me into her bedroom as it was not possible for her to carry me upstairs.

"Look ma, I am very sorry for what has happened but this is all because of you. Had you come with me yesterday this would not have happened."

"Just shut up. You are grown up, now you should know what is right and what is wrong."

"But ma.."

"It's all my fault, I am a failed mother."

"C'mon ma what's the big deal? I have never come drunk like this before, forget it, it's just one off incidence."

"Mohan who I am supposed to look at if something happens to you?"

"I have already lost your father and if something happens to you?" and she started crying.