The human brain is tricky; at times it reminds you about things that have no part to play in your life’s big decisions. Yet the smallest portion of your memories can pop up as an inspiration to move on in life. You know what is trickier than this? Nature...
Nature makes us feel we know everything, but it teaches us only what it decides we should know. The rest of it always remains a secret forever. Not just our future is a mystery but there may be events of the past that have not given the real answers and eventually we just assume the happenings with our imagination.
The
flashback
Squeakkkkkkk.....................squeakkkk
“Ma...What is that sound?” I asked in
bewilderment since it came from our bedroom. My mom was busy cleaning the room-
as how the usual Sundays pass by. “What
sound? I dint hear anything”.
Squeak...
This the time she heard it and gave a confused reaction and came near the bed. “Oh... I heard it again, it is from your trunk
box” my sister and I shared a scary look.
We
jumped off our bed and pulled the trunk box out, and then I noticed a black
ball running out of it. It was very fast.
“Oh no.. it is a mouse, how did it get in?”
my sister questioned in surprise, seeing it run away. It is a surprise how
these creatures find their way in.
That the trunk has all our old birthday dresses. Each has got memories stitched to it, so
we dint want it to get ruined. We opened it and started taking the clothes out to check
for any damages. The dresses unfolded some childhood memories. “Ma... Do you remember this dress???” I
gave my mom a winky smile. “Yes... You
wore that only once. But created a huge scene at the shop asking for it....”
I laughed at that and said, “it looked soo
nice in the shop ma...”.
“Will you wear this again anytime?” she
pulled my sister’s tenth birthday skirt and asked hiding an idea of altering
that dress. “Maybe or maybe not.... let
it be there ma..” sissy responded knowing her intentions...Then I noticed
some weird thing on top of a dress... It was more like a ball of flesh.
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Ewwww ..We
both moved back.
This
is when our mothers become the ‘supermom’ and step in for our rescue. She took
a close look at it and exclaimed “oops it
is that mouse’s babies” !!!
“Wow....what shall we do now?” they look weird but in a way cute too...poor
things,” I said and looked at mom. Who still was giving it a ‘what to do’ -
look. And then she said, “We should throw
it out, cannot grow this disease-nurturing creature inside the home”.
“What???? Just throw? What ma... how could
you tell this?? They are small babies..” I couldn’t believe her suggestion.
“Then, what is your plan dear? To grow these
babies inside your trunk till they carve all the dresses and papers and watch
it runs here and there, after their
visits from drainage pipes???” sissy asked with sarcasm but filled with
valid points and she added “but WE won’t
do that ma....” giving a ‘we are
sorry’- look at mom we moved away.
Mothers
have no choice at times. They do these kinds of cruel things just to make sure
their kids are safe and healthy. They shouldn’t be blamed for this. Anyhow she
threw the babies to the bare land behind our house and made sure the trunk was
locked properly after rearranging our dresses. Hours flew; we almost forgot
about the incident and started minding our own businesses.
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It
was midnight when I woke up hearing a thud sound underneath our bed. I stayed
awake trying to guess what it could be.
‘Thud’... there it is again and this time
sissy opened her eyes to see me already awake... ‘Thud’
“Did you hear that?” she asked me.
“yes...what
is it?”
“I don’t know...maybe... oh... heard it again? It’s under our bed”
‘thud’
‘thud...
We
stared at each other in the shade of a bed lamp... “Where is the torch, go and get it. We will check” sissy said to me. “I don’t know...Maybe we both should get the
torch and check together”. I was a little scared for sure. After few minutes
of pause, we got off clenching hands and took the torch from the table four steps
away from the bed, and got in back. Now, who will look what it is? We could hear the
sound repeatedly, and it won’t stop. Lighting the torch we both looked down the
bed to see a mouse hitting the trunk
box!!!
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We
dint know what to do. We looked again. The mouse was trying to bite the trunk
lid, repeatedly hitting hard to crack it open with its teeny tiny head.
We
sat on a bed filled with guilt. The mouse had come to get back to her babies. Not
knowing that they were thrown out early that day. She was trying to open it
without losing hope, to feed her kids. Sissy and I felt deep sorrow. we
sat in silence for few more minutes.
‘Thud..thud...thud’...
she was not going to give up on her babies. This continued for about an hour.
We tried making hissing noises to scare her away. After a few of our trials, she
stopped her efforts. Later then, Sissy and I went back to sleep in silence, hoping
not to get any nightmares.
The long night passed.
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Wake
upcall from dad came early that morning because it was Monday; school days!!.
... We got up scratching our lazy eyes. Brushing teeth with drooping eyes I vaguely
heard dad mentioning words like mouse and Water. I went into the kitchen to see
what it was. “What mouse dad?”
.
“Oh...nothing, I saw a dead mouse inside a
bucket of water outside, today morning. Don’t know how it got trapped in. Maybe it slipped in accidentally... anyways you kids get ready, don’t be late for
school” and he walked in haste to get ready for office.
Sissy
had already come in hearing what dad was telling, we both shared ‘oh no!!’-look
at each other. It might be the mother mouse we scared off yesterday night.
We
got ready for school and almost forgot about all the squeaks...
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Days
passed...Years flew ...but at times I still hear my memory squeaking, asking
many questions. ‘Was that dead mouse the
‘mother mouse’?’, ‘if it were, did that mouse accidentally slipped into the water?
Or did it jump on purpose as it lost its kids?’
May
be.... or Maybe Not!!!
The
history remains a mystery....but from the little I know about nature, I like to
assume this as nature’s lesson as :
No
matter what creature it is, nothing can beat the mother’s love.
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-
-Dedicating
this to all the mothers, whose love makes the world survive.
-
-I
apologize to you ‘mother mouse’ for that night and I will always remember you
deep in my heart.
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