The doorbell rang , she ran out of the kitchen with oily hands and gaped open the door , her pupils dialated . Maternal tears could not be held by the conjunctiva anymore , it rolled down her wrinkly cheeks when she grabbed her son into her arms .

Boys do cry was proved that day . The five long years had been quite tough for the mumma's boy !!
A degree preceded his name . But the genuine glow touched his countenance when he was in his mum's arms.

The whistling cooker , the retro songs playing on the radio thrilled him !!

The prompt call -"Shrey" by his mother left him procrastinating , he felt how much he missed his mum!
Those steel plates on the mahogany vintage dining table made his...