Post date: Feb 28, 2011 3:06:00 PM
I never write about 'mother'. I believe no one in this world can truly express it in words... and I know for sure that I can't. But today I am posting here a small dream that I had last night. I know people don't read this blog as much as my other blogs, so no harm in posting it here. :)
In my dream, I was at my home in India on the last day of my vacation. I heard my mother asking a cab driver 'Mere bete ko kal se uske office pick-drop kar doge? New York mein hai uska office, ho jaayega?' (‘Can you pick and drop my son to his office in New York from tomorrow? Is it possible?')
… and I woke up.
I am going to India next week. I don't want to think about how I will feel coming back.