MOTHER'S DAY GIFT.

She was a frail girl, probably a day old when she was left with a small cloth wrapped around her, at the doorstep of the orphanage. Nobody knew her origin, she had been dumped perhaps, by an unwed reluctant mother. This was common occurrence for the orphanage authorities and they lovingly took the wailing baby under their shelter. They named her Meena, in view of her fish like beautiful eyes.There was no official naming ceremony, nor were any sweets distributed in the neighbourhood. The orphanage was always devoid of funds, the entire city wasted money on bars and other luxuries but always avoided donating for a noble cause like this.
Each and every one shirked this responsibility.
God gives birth and is bound to provide till death, somehow the orphanage used to survive and take care of its unfortunate inhabitants.
Soon, Meena grew up and became a good student,who could stitch clothes for a living and started dreaming of a future. Amol, who had grown up with her became the centre of her attraction. The marriage was conducted in the orphanage with restricted pomp. There was a rare sweet dish in the meals which followed the ceremony. Everyone lapped up their meals heartily.
They branched out, rented a small room and began their blissful married life. He too, was an expert tailor. The lady luck smiled on their lives for the very first time and soon their business flourished. They shifted to a 2 bhk apartment with their chubby son. Their son got the best education and became an engineer. He got a decent job, married and life went on so on and forth.
Many years later, Amol passed away after a protracted battle with cancer, Meena became a sad widow who would frequently cry, remembering her past struggles to conquer life with him. She went into a depressive shell and shut herself from her son's family. Her son could never understand her turmoil as he had been provided, all through his life. He was never deprived. His wife was perpetually annoyed at the sulking mother in law and frequently used to berate her. Meena used to silently endure the harsh words.
Mother's Day was around the corner and Meena's son asked her about the gift for that day, He always used to spend on her this day, Meena with tears in her eyes, asked for her gift.
She was shifted to the old age home as per as her wishes.
She had come alone in this world.
She wanted to leave this world alone.
She always waits at the window on Mother's Day, She cries, looks heavenwards, wondering when would she embrace her unknown unseen mother.