Drving from my parents home to Cochin last Friday morning I saw my mother beside me
Doze open mouthed her face ashen like that of a crops and realised with pain that she was old as she looked but soon put that though away and looked out at young š± trees spriting the merry children spelling out thare house but after the airport security check standing a few yards away I looked again at her wan pale as a late winter moon and felt that old familiar ache my childhood fear but I said was see you Amma
All I did was smile and smile and smile š