Glad she is home

As you step into the house

After a long ride under the sun

All Dripped in sweat

,your eyes start searching for her

Before you reach for that glass of water

that you've been desperately wanting to have

this whole time...

You investigate every nook and corner

Just to find her mobile phone lying

Carelessly over the sofa.

You start to panic.

You stare at the door for a while

Until it stops hinting where she actually is...

Unable to help yourself but think of

all possible unfortunate incidents

That could happen 

You rush to the door

And glue your eyes on the road in front

Your heart is thumping competing with

every little movement in the clock...

Until it's nine at night

And you see her walking all alone

In the lonely street.

You rush halfway unloading her

off a huge grocery bag that she carries

Yelling-"where the hell have you been?"

She talks about her big purchase of all your favourite

Fruits

From the organic garden that you keep posting about on social media...

Yes, she's your mother for you

Who you avoid, being hooked to things that aren't real

While she is busy bringing it all to reality....

You're glad she's home!!