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5 times a meal to 2

                  When I was at my place in Lucknow, I remember my mother running after my life with a glass full of chocolate-flavored-bournvita-powered milk in the early hours. A fresh hot chapati with butter and milk was compulsory with it too. and while I finished it with great difficulty, she was standing with my heavy lunchbox of 5 chapattis and and a disproportionate amount of sabzi in it. When i came back, an orange flavored cold glucose water awaited me. while i took bath, she was again ready with the lunch just cooked which i ate in front of the television. After an hour's sleep, i had a snacks meal with tea and some other thing. and of course, the dinner.
                  I ate so many a times and at so many abrupt hours that I couldn't even name those meals if I am asked to. But all that is history I guess. I would never be able to get my mother chase me with that bournvita milk. The only things I get now is a cup of coffee, a cup of tea, a bad-stinking-oily chole bhature, and a dinner which is no better than my own cooked food. But I guess this is how it goes. We do move on with our lives. My mother, she also misses cooking food for our tiffins at seven in the morning. Her life has just been restricted to a morning exercise, god chants, and cooking for only two. Now when she talks, there is a lonely call in her voice. I just wished I could press the rewind button. But, those buttons have jammed; FOREVER.

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