The Warmth of HER Hug

He stood by his window watching the world as it poured outside. People scurrying off in every direction, trying to find shelter from the rain. People tugging at their umbrellas, trying to position it in the direction the rain fell.  They seemed like soldiers on a battlefield, their umbrella as shield, trying desperately to protect them from the onslaught of the downpour.

He was happy he was not part of it all. He felt all snug and warm and dry in his little apartment. He smiled at the sight.

But then felt this longing in him, a longing for her. This feeling always got more intense, on days like today, when he missed her even more.

He remembered the warm tea and her garma garm  pakoda that she made, whenever it rained. On special occasion she used to make him his favourite choco chip cookies. He sleep on her lap, nibbling at his cookies (cause he never quite like the oiliness of the of them pakoda). She would read him a story, taking of her tea in between lines, while he stared at the rains outside. 

He loved the warm, snuggly feeling on a cold rainy day. But didn’t all mothers have this natural warmth about them? He so missed that warmth on this cold rainy day. Actually he missed her warmth everyday.

Why did he even move from home?  In fact it  wasn’t his decision! It was she who convinced him, who encouraged him to take the opportunity, to move out from the nest and spread his Wong. He wouldn’t be self-reliant staying home. 

So he finally gave in and moved out of the house. 

But he was feeling very low at the moment , cause he missed the warmth of his home, but most importantly he missed the first warmth of her love for him.

As he sat there brooding, he remembered the chocolate chip cookies she had packed for him. 

He immediately ran to his room, and searched for the packet in the pile of clothes  that he had just unpacked.

He looked high, he looked low, but the packet was nowhere to be found. With each passing moment, he grew more anxious.

Where did the packet go, he wondered. It couldn’t just vanish into thin air!

Just when he was ready to give up, he noticed a packet in the corner of the room.  He quickly retrieved the packet.

On top of it was a note that said “For whenever you miss home!”

He took the note and carefully placed it  in his cupboard. He then ran to the kitchen, and poured a cup of warm milk, and warmed a cookie.

When it was warm enough, he took a bite of it. Immediately he felt a warmth spread through his body. It calmed him down, like a warm hug it enveloped him. In that moment he knew that she was with him. He felt lonely no more.