Mother, O my dear mother !
-Chanky Shrestha
As well as a loving mother, she was so lovely and beautiful. In my dim memory, she looked like Baijayantimala, the superb heroine of old Hindi cinema. Though of wheat-white complexion, her face was bright and evergreen-smiling.
Since long, she had been in bed almost panting and not feeding me her breast. What had hapened to her ? I’d not understand. Breast-feed is best pleasure for every child and I was not different. Though I knew she was in trouble, I would ask for breast-feed again and again. In return, Didi (sister, the elder one) used to say, ‘Ama (mother) is suffering from severe pain, that’s why you should not suck her breast my dear brother.”
Didi would give me some milk in glass that I would not drink. I would cry and she would take me on her back to playground to make me play.
Mother’s face was very pale and she was getting skinny day by day. I saw father would standby her every moment and console that she would get well soon.
Once, as I asked for breast-feed, she burst into a violent cry. What made her cry ? Father asked Didi to take me outside and kept on consoling mother. Didi said to me, ‘ Ama is very serious and you made her cry. Please don’t make her cry by asking breast-feed, my dear Kanchha.’
I was really shocked by her cry and couldn’t play at all. A feeling of crime made me very sad. How could I make my lovely mother cry ? ‘Didi, what has happened to Ama ?’ ‘She is in a great trouble.’ ‘Who gave her such a trouble ?’ ‘Demon.’ ‘Can’t we kill the demon ?’ ‘Pray to God Rama, then he will kill the demon and Ama will get well.’
Then I really began praying God Rama. Every morning I prayed, it seemed as if I was in a meditation. Yes, then after, never did I ask for breast-feed. Father was amazed how obidient I had been ! But mother would cry again and again as she would see me.
٠٠٠٠٠٠٠٠٠٠ Our courtyard had a big Kangiyo flower tree. Under that, the floor was smeared with green cow-dung, that evening. Father and some other people brought mother there and made her sleep. She was lying flat on her back and facing sky. Someone took me off from there and said, ‘Let’s be off. They are taking her to a good hospital and she will recover very soon.’
The next day, our courtyard was very solemn. The vermilion powder was here and there. Father had shaved his head and had a white cap. West-ward courtyard had a bakaino tree which was cut down. There was only a root-side stump.
‘Where is mother ? Why is this bakaino tree cut down ? Why are you wearing the white cap ?’ I said to father in a single breath.
Father looked very sad but said calmly, ‘We have taken her to a good hospital and she is getting well.’ ‘And the tree ?’
‘We made a motor of the tree and took her on the same. Well, you will ask about my bald head and white cap. As you know the summer is too hot and I felt I had better shave my head and wear a filmsy cap.’
Didi also had the same readymade answer about mother.
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‘You the bastard mother-killer,’ a slot boy said to me as I failed rule while playing hide and seek game. ‘What did you say ? Say once again that.’ ‘Mother-killer…..mother-killer…..mother-killer….I will say 1000th time that you are a mother-killer.’
‘Why do you say this ?’
‘Your mother caught TB when you were borne. And she died because of you.’ ‘No, she is in a good hospital and getting well.’
‘No, you killed her and your father burnt.’ ‘Bind your language !’ I picked him by the scruff of his neck and shook him violently. ‘How dare you the mother-killer pull my collar ?’ He also pulled my collar and gave some hard punches on my nose. My nose broke and bled incessantly. The cloths were smeared with blood. For some moment, I could not even cry due to severe pain. I had fallen to the ground.
When my conciousness was returned Didi was slapping the boy for breaking my nose. He gave her an obscene threat and ran away. My nose was still bleeding and pained very hard. Didi made my face turn towards sky so that the bleeding stop.
‘Didi, is our mother really dead ? And was it because of me ?’ stopping hiccup, I said after a some moments.
Didi embraced me tightly and suddenly, burst into a violent cry. Now we had made a great show for the villagers.

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