No business,no business meetings,no travelling,no conferences,no wife's call,in shot no busy atall..! But lockdown gifted me to struggle with clock needles ...its the first time with family with no chunks of deal exept eatinng,reading,yawning and sleeping.
When this my new retuine was going on,i dicided to clean my room. while cleaning i have got my old suitcase which i kept my old things when i was lived in the 'Gaspool Village' with my mother. After her death , i came to town in search of job.. now its morethan thirty five years i left the Gaspool village.
Any way i took my old suitcase after releasing a long breath and slowly opened it...while seeing all this sort of things, my memory travelled back for searching the sweat momeries at the village when iam whith my beloved mother.
I have found some beautifull colored stones, a small wooden box, two photos of mother's and four of mine of different age... inside from this old tresures i have found somthing that was very preciuos for me in those days at village...." it's nothing but my personal dairy". Oh my god! this may be my big tresure in this lockdown...Slowly i have opened my diary and searched all the pages with amazement, nostalgic and surly with care. When i opened it, old papers smell began to refill the room and also i can see on the yellow and reddish colored papers were holed by some small creatures. Any way i managed to read from first to the last ....my last page of dairy was the shocking one...and it was like this..
On Dec-28,
Today i woke up early in the cold and snowy morning and walked alone in the path which it's two sides are fields. I was unable to see far ahead because of fogs and smogs. The scene of sun rays falling on wheat field was so amaizing for my eyes, the cold of small breeze feel me as standing in heaven... i have seen sun rise near from the "Bhalvu river" which is so clear as a crystel and i have bathed in its cold crystel water. Then i went to see the flour mill which is situated at the one of the corners of field which was working at the time i visited. After spending a chunk of time with nature i returned to home and knocked the front door.. "mother please open the door, i have returned.. mom...please open.. sorry for being late .. mom.. please". But there was no reply for a long time, then i pushed the door once, twice and thrice but no result... then i climbed in through one of the windows... then my eays was not able to trust what i have saw... mother was laying on the floor and blood was over flowed from her mouth to floor.. eyes were still and opened.. i called out loudely withe sobbing breath .. "mother please getup... oh mother please... "
I have closed my dairy and my eays for a while... my beloved mother's swaet memories surrendered my mind for a long time.. i wished if my mother were there in my rest of life... but i know death is true....
-safwan-
