With this one phone call, I took a whole new creative birth.
It was a bright Sunday morning, I had called up my house in Delhi.
My mother was on line, and i said something very unusual.
After a few minutes, my father was on the phone.
“What have you said to her? Your mother is crying” he scolded me.
I overheard my mother speak: “Khushi Ke Aansoon…Tears of Joy”
It was my first poem ever written, in dedication to Amma, my mother.
“I never knew you could write so well”, she said in utter surprise.
This was the biggest compliment of my life, that too on Mother’s Day.
I felt again like the 7-pound baby, freshly delivered to the world.
My mother must have cried ‘Tears of Joy’ even then.
As the phone call ended, I cried too…
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