A Tribute to the Indefatigable Mums!

Happy Mom’s Day! Here’s a short story.. Hope you like it! 🙂

Tired and dusty feet, her footprints stained the floor. Running from one job to another job was not something for the faint-hearted and absolutely not something for make-up-caked gals. She let out a sigh as she relaxed on the floor. 
Her bones creaked, and knees made a sound which the grandmother would diagnose as arthritis. A silent moan of pain escaped from her lips. Gazing up at the garlanded photo-frame of her husband, a tear rolled down her face. She used to curse the Heavens for taking him away and leaving her with four children to care for. Children who didn’t even wish to help her in the daily chores. Children who plugged in their not-branded-earphones and listened to radio on their Nokia handsets. Children who demanded the best things that their upper class society friends had. No doubt, she provided the best she could on the meagre salary she pulled together from doing various odd jobs. But it barely sufficed. 
Again, she cursed out aloud. The children hadn’t even realized she was back home. Pushing herself up against the wall, she almost crawled to the kitchen to heat up some daal-sabji. She noticed something amiss. The TV was not blaring its horrible tunes. And the floor was swept clean. And judging by the gleam on the surface, it looked like it had been washed too. Wondering whether her eyes were playing tricks on her, she set her foot into the kitchen.
The sight which greeted her made her heart go warm. 
Her children were working tediously in the kitchen, preparing some mix of stir fried vegetables and a tomato sauce. Her youngest son was filling up a glass of water for her. Her eldest daughter came rushing into the kitchen with some pizza crust, undoubtedly obtained from her bestie’s oven. Fresh tears joined the ones which had played on her cheeks earlier. She just stared, no words fell out of her lips. 
And when the children served her the pizza, she just wished for one thing – to take back all those curses she ever uttered..


A simple short story with the help of a prompt via the B-A-R’s Wordy Wednesday blog. The prompt is – Footprints.

13 Comments Add yours

  1. That was sweet. I'm talking about the picture of the pizza above, not the floor scrubbing and the “tedious” kitchen work. 😛

    Seriously though, I can't remember the last time I actually went out of my way like that to do something extra kind for my mother. I guess she is due for the 5-star treatment she truly deserves. 🙂

    P.S: Happy Mother's Day to all the hardworking mothers out there.


  2. Hahaha.. That pic actually took a lot of editing work.. Glad you liked it! 😛

    Yeah! Every mum deserves a five star treatment! 😀


  3. Laurel Regan says:

    Very sweet story! Glad she got what she deserved from her children. 🙂


  4. Thank you! 🙂 ❤


  5. mother's heart is always quick to forgive. It was a sweet story Mithila 🙂


  6. mother's heart is always quick to forgive. It was a sweet story Mithila 🙂


  7. I know right! I know about how many times I've been a menace to my mum. And how many times she's forgiven me. 😀
    Thanks Swathi! 🙂


  8. Parul says:

    That's such a sweet one..Loved it Mithila 🙂


  9. Thank you so much, Parul! ❤


  10. Aww! Charming tale, Mithila. Enjoyed reading it.


  11. Thank you so much, Sid! 🙂


  12. Chicky says:

    Someone recently shared something with a similar message on whatsapp — that we shouldn't be too quick to judge and criticize people.
    Good take on the prompt. I like that Pizza. Feel like having some now!


  13. Thanks Chicky!
    I know right? I wanted to do something random with the prompt.. not the usual thing!

    Pizza? Call me too! I'm hungryyyyy! 😛


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