Mothers’ Day

 She finished her call with her mother, a daily ritual made special today because of mothers’ day. She asked him if he had called his mom yet.  

“I have called three of them so far. I’m yet to call a couple more”. 

“What madness is that? How many mothers could possibly one have?” She thought he was pulling her leg, for believing in all these special days. He was serious though. 

“Hon, there are some more women in life who have been as good as mothers to me, at different points in time”. 

“But they still aren’t your biological mothers or even stepmoms, right?”

He sat her down and let her get a peek into his past - his growing up years, away from home. His maternal aunt taking care of him for years in his formative years, before her own wedding, another friend’s mom who would feed him on all those days when he had nothing to eat, another cousin’s mother who let him stay at their home, when he had no shelter in a strange new place, and yet another lady - his mother’s friend - who tended to his mother while she wasn’t well in his absence. 

“My mom is special, and so are all these other moms too. I have been influenced by all of them”. 

“Gawd! So many mothers-in-law to deal with once we are married!”, she showed mock exasperation. Inside, she was bursting with pride. 

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