My Mom

As I stand by the corniche with my hands on the steel railings I gaze into the vast and deep, wilderness of the Arabian Sea. The cool wind blows over my face, making it numb and stoic. I am bewildered, perplexed to the core. Where did I go wrong? Then slowly some pictures seeming to be of my past float around, it looked to me like a collage neatly showing some of my life’s moments. Then I realize one thing was common, one face was un-dazzled in all of them, My Mom. She stood by me through thick and thin. I tried looking for someone else too but that face wasn’t clear, it seemed hidden but then she was all I wanted. Slowly, Stoic face became one of emotions; I was baptized by my own tears. My karma was clear and I return back to my abode.