She walked into the room silently and sat next to him on the bed. She watched him as he slept peacefully; completely unaware of what was happening around him. He looked so innocent. He was innocent. Tired because of his daytime activities he hardly had any trouble falling asleep. On the other hand, she could not sleep at all. She was not allowed in his room. He did not like it. So, she waited outside, waited for him to fall asleep and then silently walked in to look at him.

All the tensions of her life ceased to exist simply by seeing his smiling face. Sad, she had to wait for him to fall asleep to see that innocent smile. He hated to see her, most of the times when they came face to face he would give her a look that shattered her heart into thousands of pieces. What had she done to deserve that kind of treatment from him, from her own son? She wanted to know, wanted to find out, wanted to hold him by the shoulders and ask him, "Why?" then realizing all of a sudden that she knew it already! She wanted to hold him tight against her bosom and tell him how much she loved him and how much it hurt her to see how he was treating her.

She lived in the same house; still she did not exist for him. He called some other woman as his mother. Hugged her, kissed her and shared his happiness with her. All the wonderful moments of growing up, all the trophies he had won in his school, all the tales he had to share about his friends, about his girlfriends, she was deprived of the right to know. That hurt her a lot.

Tears gathered in her eyes and his image in her eyes blurred. She failed to notice that he had opened his eyes, seen his housemaid sitting on his bed, staring at him. She closed her eyes and allowed the tears to roll down her cheeks. She wiped it with her apron and stood up to go. She turned around to look at him for one last time. She thought she saw some movement. Hurriedly she hid herself in the dark corner of the room but, there was no further movement. She was assured that she had imagined it.

She walked out of the room and closed the door behind her, making sure there was no sound.

He sat up straight in bed. His eyes wet with tears and his lips quivering.
“I hate you, ma” …


He hated her for the secret she kept from him,
The truth they both knew ...
She kept it unrevealed from him
And, he kept unrevealed that he knew...
Perhaps, someday, time would have answers
To all the questions unasked
Perhaps, then they would wipe each other's tears
And, share all the feelings that were unshared...
Someday, the mother would be a mother
And the son would be a son
Until then silently would cry the mother
And so would the son.