It's been three years since I have left India for my further studies. Now, I am a grown up young woman of 22 years with a new responsibility of upholding the esteem of the White Coat of a Doctor. Yeah, my dream of becoming a Child Specialist was on its way to turn into a reality. I hung my White Coat which was no less than a great possession on my bag's sling. The 'clip-clop' of my black stilettos drew everybody's attention towards me and ahem I was blush-blush...That day was the last day of my medical examination. I finally became a doctor with an MBBS degree. I just couldn't help myself from smiling. Just then I saw someone blatantly staring at me. Oh gosh!! T'was my childhood school friend who was patiently waiting for me in the lobby since past few hours. I was awestruck to see her after so many years. We exchanged hugs and quickly shared our fond memories just like snippets over a cuppa of hot brewing coffee..... Our all time favorite, 'Nescafe Latte'. I was physically present with her but mentally there were many calculations which was streaming at the back of my mind. We shared jokes and caught up with the whereabouts of the other hunks of our group. It was time to bid her good bye and I rushed back home to pack my things for my flight to India.
T'was 5pm according to IST. When I reached home, a guard in a blue uniform rushed in to open the door of my limousine. On stepping out in the porch, I could see my Chandan Kaka who was then frail but yet something was still very attractive about him which kept him on toes till then, came rushing to carry my suitcase and ushered me inside the hallway. His warm and welcoming smile was indeed very comforting. I asked about all the family members but when I asked about my Super Mom, he simply broke down in tears and said, "Chhoti Maalkin, Bari Maalkin ko memory loss ho gya hai aapke jaane ke baad. Unko yeh bhi nahi yaad hai ki unki ek beti bhi hai. Aap jabse bides chali gayi, tab se lekar aaj tak kewal wo ek patthar ki moorti jaisi rahi hai. Kisi se na kuch bolti na kahi jaati. Bas apne kamre me aapki aas lagaye bistar ke kone me baithi rehti."
Hearing this, tears started to roll down from my eyes. I grabbed hold of myself, wiped my tears, opened my stilettos, threw my bag on the nearby couch and just barged into her room which was in the ground floor facing the garden. That day the flowers in my garden also seemed to unravel all the untold stories. The bluebells were hanging from the verandah of my bedroom. The pink and the white bougainvilleas reminded me of my childhood days playing around with my dogs, Ruff and Roxy the handsome Alsatians. Gone are those days when we had nothing to worry but now...... Oh gosh I had to check my Supermom!!!!! Crawling stealthily I crept into her room not to disturb her you see. I was still in that anticipation that she might make out my presence by my perfume or by the shampoo's fragrance. I was waiting endlessly for her to turn around and give me that long awaited bear hug. Alas!!! I was wrong. She didn't even turn around once. I did not lose my hope. I quickly made a bun, removed my makeup and changed into my comfy night suit which she was used to seeing me quite often when I was a kid. I slowly went towards her and kept my head on her lap and started crooning the same lullaby (which she would sing to make me fall asleep) At first she could not decipher what I was up to but after a while a miracle happened. I felt her strong yet soft hands playing with my hair. She finally spoke. My mom spoke after three long years. She said, "Mishti, when did you come sweet? Has Chandan kept your bag in your room? Come look I have prepared so many desserts of your choice. In fact I have also asked Chandan to bring your favourite ice creams."
My joy knew no bounds. I was in the seventh heaven. I asked her, "Do you know what is your recent identity, Mom? Let me tell you." "You are a proud mother of Dr. Sudeeksha Pandey". Just then, I quickly brought my White Coat and made her wear it to feel the same.