Narain could not stop crying. Pa had tried his level best to appease his tears. Funny faces, favourite food and cartoons but to no avail. He remained stroppy as ever. An exasperated look, Pa was about to give up. A chance glimpse on the photo frame gave him a divine intervention. Cradling Narain on his laps, Pa sat in front of her photograph. The warm smile and the love filled eyes could not miss his attention. Slowly, the tears gave way to an angelic expression on Narain’s face. It seemed mothers had their way even from heaven.
A shackle for every spoken word of hers,
That was the life she led,
Beneath the blanket,