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A quick tale 111

A conversation

‘Tell me when it’s convenient for you.’
‘I’m alright, don’t trouble yourself. It’s okay.’
‘No, I’d really like to visit you. Tell me when.’
‘Listen, I’ve recovered quite well. So…’
‘Are you saying you don’t want me to come?’
‘Of course not. You’re welcome anytime.’
‘You’ve just been down with this big illness and I’d like to look you up’
‘It was not that big. Besides you have to travel for nearly two hours for my sake…’
‘That’s no problem at all. What’s a couple of hours for you?’
‘Are you sure you want to come this far for me?’
‘Not if you don’t want me to’
‘No, no, that’s not what I meant. I’d love to see you. I just don’t want to inconvenience you.’
‘Nonsense! It’s my duty. Would five o’clock today be alright with you?’
‘Five would be…’
‘I can make it later if you like’
‘No, no, five would be fine. Are you sure you want to come this far?’
‘Yessss. Unless you don’t want me to’
‘No! I want you to. Just that…can you come tomorrow?’
‘Oh, I’m sorry, did you have plans for this evening?’
‘Well, some other friends are coming home today…you are more than welcome to join them but you may feel a little out of place.’
‘Okay then. What time tomorrow?’
‘Yeah but mom…’
‘I know, you’re 27 and you can take care of yourself quite well. But you’ll always be…’
‘Alright, alright. Tomorrow then. Say 5 o’clock?’, said the daughter rolling her eyes.


Premalatha said…
I would love to have my mother. :(
(she is happily with living with her son)
Anonymous said…
I miss my mother....:((
John D said…
I liked this one. I'm just too much of man to accept that I found this touching.
Skeptic Admirer?! said…
Aaaahhhh...the descent into the trite?
'let me quickly check my calendar for you'...
Anonymous said…
this is so true...children grow up and become adults..mothers always remain mothers.
Anonymous said…
Great one! Till the last few sentences where you reveal the 'mom' part, I was thinking of this very differently. Great ending... can relate to it very well.

Very nice indeed.
shakunthalai said…
well, it doesn't appear very 'indian', right from the first line, if you understand what i mean.
or, maybe, times have changed, and i'm the one who's fallen behind.
Anonymous said…
Why does this happen to everybody? why do we only realize only when its too late, and go through the same thing with the next generation. As we evolve shouldnt this have been taken care of?
Kalthoon tilakji said…
Tirumana naal vaazhtukkal Ammani and Mr.Ammani
Mahadevan said…
What an insight into the psychology of the younger generation! There is nothing on earth which can equal mother's love.
Rubic_Cube said…
Ennikume than kuzhanthai kuzhanthai thaan! About 5 years back, my great grandmother used to be around. And she used to scold my grandfather left, right and center. And at one point she even said "So what if you are 70, you are still my son!" :-) I remember that now. And in these times, children (me included!) can be so unforgiving with their parents. They somehow seem to think that they deserve a space of their own and that they dont need the comfort of their parents anymore... fly away from nest like the little birds do. But then they forget that they are fundamentally incomplete without their parents. I myself did not realise that till recently when I became a parent myself. Hmmm...
Anonymous said…
Great one! Till the last few sentences where you reveal the 'mom' part, I was thinking of this very differently. too

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