Mother

Mother, I still remember the moment, when nobody seemed to care that I also need time for myself. You rubbed my head and combed my hair with your fingers, that looked so pale. My tears fell down my cheecks that I didnt care to wipe. You said nothing, as if you know that was all I need. And the tears dried away, suddenly.

Mother, I still remember the time, when I had it all wrong. The world turned upside down all around me. But you always, always forgave my imperfection. And turned it all right, perfectly.

Mother, I still remember the time, when I had all this pain and wounds leaving scars through the bottom of my heart. You stood there, grabbed my hands and smiled. You said nothing and you told me to smile. Even if it was only a fake smile.

Mother, I still remember the moment, when people took all my time that I cant even save myself out of my crazy love and misery life. You always, always called me. Even then I missed your call and didnt call back.

Mother, I still remember the time, when I felt like giving up my life. When no one seemed to understand. You gave me permission to cry. On your shoulder, so fragile by old age. That I fell asleep, and woke up and relieved.

God, I wanna go home. I miss my Mom...

Memoirs of Rain in June

Raining is always about memories. Some are about joy, some bring tears. From the first drop of it, I can feel on the tip of my nose. It is soft and gentle.

The sound of the first drops on the roof of my house, always bring me to my childhood. Full of wonders and adventures with early friendship. Some drops can bring me back to the saddest moment when Daddy didn't come home anymore.

The smell of wet soil is another story. Drops of the rain stop on earthen pot of my Mom's lovely daffodil. It is a parfume of nature that God intentionally created. To remind me that I am made of earth.