Jatinda..: The true lucky day for me..

Everybody is anxious. Or atleast it seems so. The world has come to a standstill. Father has gone out with a promise which we both had a laugh on. Half hearted though. Newspaper seems to have nothing interesting. Nor is television catching my attention today. About time I am going to loose my patience, when the phone rings. Well, the telephone table has become the centre of my world now. As I gather the courage to get up to reach the table, mom picks it up.

“What? Really? Ok….. Yes you come back and we will talk”

I go up to her and squeak out nervously,

“What is it?”

“85%”

We both sulk our heads in disappointment. Right from the day I had completed the last word of my exams, I had sat down with mom to evaluate my performance on our own. We had been doing that since the day 1 of my education. We had settled for 87% after much elaborated discussion. And we were wrong only in one calculation. English 61 instead of expected 75. Both of us knew where it made the difference.

Dad came home with sweets and embraced me very warmly and proudly. Calls started flowing in. Praises and surprises from all ends. People could not believe the wonderful tale of an average 60-er something actually making into the league of 80s. Afterall, I never gave them scores to believe that either. Relatives called up to pat both mom and me. Teachers gave the acknowledgement look to me for the first time in school. As time passed by, both of realized that we had actually pulled off something really to my potential. And till this long only two people knew my true potential.

Me and Mom. Or still better put. Mom and then me.

But what was more striking was the way she had bonded with her son. The way she had got into the tune of his life to make it their life till he was up there to trickle into the world out there. As if she was there in each of his nerve beat ever.