It is a sense of constant disease and a feeling of painful grief to hear a loving embrace to a mother. I have never had a moment cuddled in a caring mother's arm and reclined into the safest breast throughout lifetime. Living in a palace in a wonderful village with a relentless dad and loving brothers and sisters had yet, an odd absence. Amid the veritable bedlam of common world: where the needs are fulfilled and the resources are acquired, I can never be sated with life.

As a child, my dad escorted me to my school till I could recall. The school was of about thirty minutes walk from our home and we were only born to walk. The way to my school was crude and had a very complex structure through the woods. I had never dared to traverse that distance alone because I knew something that haunts me all the time and a bitter truth I couldn't accept at all! It was the well-structured small tomb in which it is said to have my so-called mother buried!

 I couldn't dare to ask anybody to explain me the history of my great mom or they might turn emotional. But I collected a load of information anyway. I couldn't turn emotional with this matter for and for not having a mother, as I haven't tasted the relationship anyway! But it ailed me when I saw the most important and the most graceful person in my life decimated prior to my consciousness and then away from me. But it was a frivolous and a temporary ache that vanished with the passage of time.

It was in my class when I shared a bit of my grievous aspirations with my desk-mate by appreciating his fate.

"You are very fortunate and a glossy fated person, Yonga! You could shout out for your mom in the times of any mischief? I long for your life!" I spilled some of my uninvited feelings. It was also a way to dilute my pain or jealous at others possessing wondrous moms.

"Hey Yeshi, why are you so curious today? I will also have to suffer the loss that you are doing now! It is just a matter of now or then. No one can avoid this event of our life and I don't think my life as an evergreen forest. There are many typhoons ahead, ready to disrupt anytime!" Yonga was sentimental as well as a good friend in need. His words were also affecting and I tried to analyze his speech with my life.

When I sat beside my father for dinner around the hearth that night, I could sense another approaching blow-down of my life. My father had then grown less talkative with his face becoming corrugated, wrinkled and pale. His skin felt very frail and breakable in a single blow! His way of walking had become slower and clumsier; while going to my school and he dozed very often very easily! I also became attuned to his reciting of prayers and his hands telling the beads of his rosary revealed his poor and weak hand.

It was a very bad nightmare and I couldn't resume my sleep after deriving from the sleep that night. But then there came many suggestions from my own side and those made me uneasy to bear on. But it was not even appropriate to disturb somebody at that hour of the night. When the day prevailed, I was relived to find my acquaintances nearby. I was also at hurry to expel that nightmare from within me.

When all our family members had gathered for breakfast, I dared to speak out:

"Dad I dreamt of Mom! It was a bad nightmare that deprived my sleep."

I continued after a pause, "In that dream, I am an infant who is on all fours crawls towards the mother sitting on a chair and weaving spindles. But the dreadful part was that, I was all-alone with my mother and none of you were present in my life, not even you dad! I got more and more distant from her whenever I crawled nearer to her! For the whole dream, she never showed her face and just gave me a resemblance of a mother. It was a very dreadful dream dad..." and I shed into childish tears.

All my sisters and brothers went emotional, they brooded and drooped throughout the scene whereas my father laughed and cuddled me into his caring weak arms.

"No child, there is nothing to take serious for such a dream! It is just a dream. You may have become much engrossed with the thought of your mother? It's alright, don't cry..."