Kal ho Na ho

One fine morning, my wife screamed on me to bring Maggi for Shirish, my son. Every mother is doing the same things for her child these days, it is no where closed to our childhood days when our mother used to cook both breakfast nd lunch for us.



I know I'm a deep sleeper nowadays but she used to wake up at even 4 o'clock....in winter also.
And I still  remember, how she used to scold me to wake me up... ki uth Jaa ab..7 baj chuke, and my way of procrastination ki ' mummy bas 5 minute' is same now. Finally i had to wake up after sometime.

I was hearing the same sounds now.......ki uth Jaa,uth Jaa...uth naa..I felt everything to be blurred .
I could see my mom saying these words bt this time I couldn't wake up this time.
Wasn't able to cry because i think TRUCK had hit me harder than mother's words used to, in my childhood.

Leaving this world, I was only thinking about my mother and also asked myself "did Shirish got Maggi as his breakfast, that FINE day.

Please say 'I love u to your mom' .It won't take your effort to say this... aur phir
kya pata kal ho na ho!

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