mummy

Last night, as I was putting Krish to sleep, he was going through his routine – he would ask for amma and I would ask him what she is doing and he would say ollalayi. As he drifted off to sleep, I was telling Eswar how he is going to miss my mom and he was like, all of us are going to miss her. True. Sitting in the den working on a Monday morning, I smell the ollakayengi-kathrika fry and I hear the TV and the little fella and mummy talking and laughing. All this for another month. Sigh. Remind me of this moment of contentment, to come and look at it, hug it and wrap it around me, when I miss my mummy.