Wind Beneath My Wings

It’s an hour past midnight. It’s calm and quiet all around me. Everyone on this floor, except me and a few nurses at their station in the passageway, has gone off to sleep. I look through the glass window, a few cars and some lorries are rushing to their destination. All of a sudden, the world seems indifferent to me.

Mumma is sleeping on the bed beside me. She is under the influence of sedatives. This is one of those moments, when she doesn’t feel any pain. She has remained unfazed through all the hardships and has endured all the pain very courageously and gracefully. Though she keeps her pain from surfacing but I know what she is going through. Her dauntless attitude has been an inspiration.

I put my hand on her forehead and close my eyes. She means the world to me. She cradled me with love; comforted when I was sick; and encouraged when I was scared. She has been more than a friend, someone I could look up to and be relieved of any worries. She has been loving, caring, kind and affectionate.

I have seen life in your laughter. You have been the wind beneath my wings. I love you mom. I am somewhat relieved that you will come home tomorrow morning. It hasn’t been home without you mom.