It was almost too late. I was running like crazy, trying to reach my classroom before the bell rang. My heart was racing, my breath uneven, but none of it mattered—until I stepped inside.
There she was. Sitting at the last second bench.
Everything else faded. The noise, the people, even their faces—I couldn’t see anything except her. I somehow found a seat, but I couldn’t see her properly. I kept shifting, adjusting, trying every possible angle to catch a glimpse.
Then suddenly—my mom walked into the classroom.
Damn. Is she my class teacher? Ahh shit. I was cooked.
Before I could process what was happening, she came straight to me. “Take your bag,” she said, and in the next moment, I was sent to the girls’ row. To sit beside her.
Right beside her. Like bench mates.
She started talking, and I… I was just staring at her. Like a crazy fool.
That feeling—it was enough for this life.
I always hated the fact that my mother was a teacher. But this time, she was an angel. She gave me the best gift I could ever receive—she made the impossible happen by making me sit beside her.
But then…
I woke up.
It was a dream.
Or was it? Because deep down, I know something similar happened in my childhood. Maybe not exactly like this, but this moment—this emotion—had been triggered again.
And she was the reason.
She sent a childhood snap yesterday. It was her photo, but that child—Harshi—belongs to me. I take every part of her childhood as mine. Every memory, every glimpse—I make it mine.
Yet, after waking up, I felt happy.
I do get nightmares sometimes. But it’s different now. My mind isn’t haunted by fear—it’s haunted by her. A name, a face, a moment—and suddenly, she’s there in my thoughts again.
But I can’t make it real.
My mom is not an angel anymore because she is the reason I missed her this much. She was the one who stopped me from joining SRM College, and that decision changed everything.
She’s gone.
I just… missed her.
But the pic she sent—it’s epic. I’m gonna keep it with me for life. When she left for the first time, I searched everywhere for a photo of her. I searched… and searched… tried every possible way. But back then, there was no social media, no way to just scroll and find her.
And honestly, I love those days. The time I spent with her was the only time I was truly happy, truly smiling. Maybe everything I do is for her. Maybe I live for her.
Maybe… I’ll feel the same way again after marriage. 🥰