She sat focused
wrinkling her forehead
narrowing her eyes
but the ceiling fan whirring.rring.rring
the sense of pain
the pain of existence
eyes wet and hands numb
she looked ahead unseeing
then her lips widened to reach a smile
a sudden throttle of laughter bellowed
some turned at this orchestra of expressions
others moved on, haven’t they seen enough!
a second later a sob escaped her heavy chest,
and then a wail and a groaning in pain, I turned
now she was glaring at me, as if I was the strangest of all
I was shouted at, spit at and cussed for who I never was
yet knowing what was to come, I stayed, her saree pallu, I held tight
I have known her many moods, yet, love was the most permanent of all .
So I waited, knowing well her ways and sure enough I sensed a change of tide
She smiled again and reached out,her hand eager to caress and I rushed to her, her child!