The Chosen Mother

The Chosen Mother

The Chosen Mother

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 The words stung and the venom pierced through her veins straight into her heart. Kamali masked her apathy and portrayed her as an enduring person. But in contrast, her heart stumbled which was again fueled by her beloved's relentless arguments. Getting lost in his thoughts, she stood still with a thick mist blocking her vision.

 Making her come alive in him seemed fairly possible but only in her dream world. Because, in him, everything seemed to be reluctant and irrelevant, whatever concerned to her. She almost arrived to the state that convincing him would be possible only in the world she  created.

 Vinayan denied her the chance that she felt to be deserved to express herself.

"When the deeds fail, the less significant the words become." This was his stance, the reason for neglecting her. It fed his devil pride well enough.

 According to him, "Sharing thoughts meant only justifying one's argument. And, that seemed to be nothing more than a sheer dumping."

 Kamali believed he would return to her. But her hope crumbled inside as the days passed by. She only felt desperate and exhausted by his neglect. Her hope diminished day by day. 

"As a full moon waned gradually, his love for her was getting faded gradually," she grunted. She couldn't help herself thinking that he never bothered lacking her presence in his life.

 As she realized her helplessness that grew thicker and wilder, her every attempt failed. Reaching out to him turned bitter. She almost concluded that he was developing a deep aversion towards her.

 Kamali wept in despair that his love for her was receding away, far into the oblivion. She denied herself his nearness and togetherness. Her hope grew deep down rooted in understanding. But, trying earnestly to reach him, she only felt the separation grew mammoth.

 Certainly, in search of her loving soul, Kamali was gently off. At his smirk, she condensed herself and retreated from him. No less than a compulsion, she was misled by his repelling gestures. 

 By his gesture, Vinayan concealed at the reunion in the core deep. But, he was not ready to forgive her. Though not deliberate or conscious, he seemed fanning the flames of the burning fire. 

 Kamali felt his neglect only deepened her doubts, completely washing her away. For her, it was like the castles built on air or carved on the beach sand that would be washed away by the Sea waves. Her soul yearned for his understanding. 

Kamali couldn't help herself from feeling annoyed. She saw a shadow approaching her. Looking upon, she invited her son with a forced smile. Wiping her tears away, she ventured upon concealing her sadness.

 Hrithik expressed his sorry for the mishap centered around her. He told that he was deeply worried about the happening reason of their rivalry ensued from the misinterpretation of her true care. He knew words would vanish into nothing before her pain. He consoled her that their fight would be resolved soon. 

 Hrithik wished her that the relief soon should find her in amusement. He blamed himself the real reason of the birth of her soul-wrenching sorrow. It was as sure as the flowing river that had its origins from the glaciers. With her forced smile, she grinned at him.

 Kamali convinced her son that the spring should return to her sooner or atleast later. She also sought his pardon, that she slapped her dear son. She replied him, "None could inflict sorrow in their life except themselves." As she believed, she lived up to it. 

 Kamali's thoughts didn't seem to reflect her earnest feelings. Deep within her, she felt guilty that she triggered her beloved's doubt and mistrust. She felt that she tested her beloved's true patience. She broke in tears with her guilty letting her down like rolling down and sliding through the sloping hill.

 Shivering errs or towering hills, Kamali never knew. But she repented that she better controlled her anger. She blamed herself from guilty that her care and affection was not exceptional or beyond the flaws.  

 Kamali said, "No matter, the separation I endure, was a lesson in my life. I struggle my fullest not only to earn my beloved's trust but to rebuild the love for me the dearest, that we lost its track in weathering the storm."

 Hrithik consoled him that she had all the rights with her son. He reassured her, "You have the rights to question my intention, even knock me down. You can test my patience, command my obedience or condemn my faults. You can punish my wrong still i know you always seek my love. Life was everything put together." 

 Hrithik whined at his mother, "Do I ever flout your words? As sure as you never flaunt your love for me, so do I. You knew it well and good. You cared for me no less than the care of the true soul that is flawless."

 Hrithik added, "Very true, your true care never tip the scale of the righteous in the wrong direction. I adore you for the reason you cared me no less than my bereaved mother. I'm the one who equally respected your concerns forever as my dear mother's concerns."

 "After all, You slapped me for disrespecting the elderly. Only because you raised me by virtue, should you be questioned about your care for me, debating on whether your love is true or not? I would say, your love is flawless. You for ever possess all the rights to question me, Mom," Hrithik reassured Kamali, his chosen mother.

 Vinayan was all ears for their soothing words to calm him down. Listening their conversation, Vinayan welled up in tears of joy. He expressed his sorry to them for neglecting them.

 Vinayan endorsed her true love for Hrithik. He did pat his son on his back for his endearing love towards Kamali. He was overwhelmed that he respected her more than a step mother, as always, accepting her true self after the death of his own mother.

 Vinayan also appreciated her that she always treated him fair enough and never as an adopted son.

 Vinayan appreciated Hrithik, his son for his recognition and care he showered on her. It would never be less than the love for his bereaved mother. He was glad that his son adored his chosen mother as his own. He felt that his son's sense of belonging and possession needed to be admired and adorned that he deserved as Hrithik loved her unconditional. Besides flaws and regrets; anger and acceptance; tears and smile, there was a ray of love as the beacon of light guiding them in their life. If history would rewrite the chapter of what a pure love between a chosen mother and her son, their names can never be withheld. They would read as Kamali Vinayan and Hrithick Vinayan. The sense of admiration was on air for Vinayan about the understanding between his wife and their son.

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