Amma!.Do you hear Abba?.. He always chides me. He does not like any of my actions. Due to his words, I feel like I am sent by fate to hell..
I just don't want to stay anymore... I feel frustrated... is he my enemy?? Amma. ...atleast my enemy doesnot behave with me like him..

While I say these disobedient words to my mother.. She was intrusively looking
at me---compressibly.

Dekh Amma!!.. I have lots of friends.. They are like shadows of my soul-always with me... everywhere they are with me.. Atleast I feel the air of heaven with them....
I had not finished my words but her tears had crossed her liner-- with silence smooth move.. ..
As if she was waiting for my talk to end...
With her tears burst out she started:::;
"Sun--What I say you today?? -you may not understand them.You are an educated and the scattered words of this illiterate mother may not comprehendable to you ...

I was feeling cold as if the blood in my system had left its speed and stopped to hear her.
"Son, the day you get success ..the first to smile among people would be your father... And the first to cry would be your frnz"..
(Contd)....

- Khubaeb Hurrah