"We got you something," said my mom when she came home today.
I got all excited. A gift!! From my mom-dad!! Reasonless-ly!!
Out of the huge lumpy plastic bag, dad drew a bulky pack. I could see a soft white background color, with little orange and green flowers and a Mehendi green trim. A quilt!!!
Now I am someone who loves to sleep, and hence loves anything which makes my sleep more comfortable, so soft-toys, pillows, bedsheets, pillow-cases, heck even the atmosphere.
"You can take this to US with you," Mom says gently.
I froze for a second. Waited to get my emotions back in check and extracted the Mehendi-trimmed quilt from the plastic wrap and hugged it. While I was beaming a thankoo smile to my them, Dad removes another similar package. One more quilt.
Bewildered, he said, "Oh, you're going to take two quilts with you"
"No," Mom said, "that one's for me. She'll wrap herself with it there, and I'll wrap myself with it here. And we'll both remember each other that way."
I just about melted with that one. And while I write this the quilt lies curled at my feet, like a satisfied, fat cat. I'm already breaking the new quilt in. I want the scent of my room to hang on to it when I use it there. And the scent of my mother.