Meri MAA ka Pallu....

Growing up years....in shade of the pallu...pallu of MAA...a shelter...a solace...

While MAA walked a bit ahead holding my hand....the gentle breeze flutters her pallu on my face .... making me float in trance....

I've wiped the fruits with MAA ka pallu before eating.....squeezed my running nose clean... due to sneezes.... MAA's pallu has fanned me...wiped my sweat....and wettish drizzling face....

In the times of nervousness I've chewed, nibbled and bitten her pallu....the feel of coldness in sleep she'd cover me with her pallu...bedwetting as a child....the pallu gave the comfort a warm, clean and dry cloth sheet underneath....

On the first day of school...I wailed, clutched and clinged to MAA's pallu.... Rubbed my mouth clean has MAA's pallu... when a mustache of milk formed on my lips....post I gulped down a milk glass full....

Hide and seek did I play.... gurgled as a baby.... snuggled on her lap.... under MAA's pallu....as she nursed and cradled me.... I never needed a towel as MAA's pallu was a ready handwipe.... It's her pallu that has been my shelter against rain or shine.... when I groaned in fever....MAA soaked her pallu wet and placed on my forehead....

In angriness she tucked the pallu tightly around her waist chazed to spank me.... while i tried escaping...her wrath....

When dread groped me for any silly brawls and goofups made by me....I hid behind MAA's pallu....as she defended me... against my opposers and complainers...

 

MAA effaced my tears.... each time I gave up or broke down.... MAA ka pallu has been my plaything....as I twisted it, wrinkled it, turned it around.... and hopped.....I shied into MAA's pallu....as I got teased for getting married.....

This day ....she isn't present....I long for MAA's pallu...taken has she been to god .....I guess...he too wanted the joys and privilege even he needed Meri MAA ka pallu....