Thunder

A Story by Nidhi

It was the fourth monsoon after that dreadful day. Since then my mother and I weren't on talking terms. In fact, had barely spoken to each other.I know I

was at fault but I had never gotten any chance to correct the wrong. As the wrong was too much to become a right. But I too was helpless. Over the years I became accustomed to the way of my life. It was almost like I was on my own, independent but living a life I had never dreamed of. As dad was always away from home,it was just her and me. It's really hard when the person who means the most to you is in front of you but they refuse to communicate in any manner.That I guess was my fate and had accepted it. I was doing fine though.

Until that morning.

Like the usual I woke up to my alarm, I got ready, made my tea and settled down at my table. Then I don't know what got into me. I started screaming.

"Mom please don't do this to me. It's been four years please please talk to me. I'm guilty for what I had done but this is no way to punish me or your self."

I was now running around crying all over the place.I was throwing things and breaking them.Life just hadn't been fair. I was begging her to talk to me once,

was promising her about how I will change and how I had already changed. I apologised for how I had taken her for granted. I promised to eat my vegetables.

But who was I kidding? I knew nothing would come out of this begging and weeping. And I also knew why. Of course I knew.

It was the day where it all began. We were in a hurry as our movie would start in 10 minutes and we were miles away. She blamed my sense of time management

and also suggested I should take a course on that. I wasn't in the mood for this. I was speeding up as I couldn't afford to miss the beginning but she wouldn't stop

with her rant. So I speeded up more so that the breeze wipes away her spouts from reaching my ears.Then thats it. We collided to a truck and were rushed to the hospital.

Fortunately or unfortunately I just had some minor bruises. But the doctor claimed my mother has hit her head pretty bad and would be in coma for the

rest of her life.

So now there she was lying on her bed as a living corpse staring at the ceiling all day long. I know she could hear me. I also know how hard it must be to hear

your child cry for you but you can do nothing. I assumed she'd forgiven me and now it was my turn to forgive myself. I couldn't see her like that.She had had enough for all these years,suffering for somebody else's mistake. I thought of another wrong which I prayed would become a right. I went to her bed, hugged and kissed her.I asked her to forgive me one last time.

I sat on her bed,took a pillow next to her and covered her face with it applying all my strength.

Now finally she could live.

I sat next to her window staring at the dark sky. It thundered outside but tears rolled down my cheeks.