I am a helpless Mother.
I have been behind this door for long. Too long than you can imagine.
I am sad, not because I do not like this place. I love here, it’s my home. How can anyone not like their home? Moreover, my people here love me, unconditionally. But I also have my loved ones outside this door.
I could force open the door and fly away. There were many bloodsheds in owning me. I do not want to add more to it. So, I was helpless.
Being a selfless Mother, I cannot confine myself in here just because everyone loves me. I do not belong to just one. A mother loves each of her kid equally, how can one eye be superior to other? Not possible. How can I feed one and have other starve in hunger?
But I was hopeless and helpless until Varuna came for my help. He is such a nice person. He did not harm anyone or treat anyone harsh.
All he did was poured so much love that I was allowed to pass the door with no questions. I know, I am leaving my Home. But I am not sad, instead, I am excited. Excited to meet my loved ones after a long interval.
Some may not like my presence there. Yes, they know well that in my presence they could never do what they have been doing all these days, the sand Mafias.
But, who cares. I will never change or deviate in my duty to serve my loved ones.
I know my loved ones are waiting for me. Both young kids and elders. My favorite mother will be ready with the aarthi to welcome me.
Here I am flying, without any wings. I could see the poor state of the villages. It was green and flourishing when I visited last. Now, I am to be blamed for I am the reason for putting my sons into such a situation. They were standing there, along with the crowds with such happiness. I could see the ray of hope, a big hope, in all of them.
Among, them, I could also see the ones who were not happy with my visit, standing on both sides of the bank. I know they will be thinking on how to get me out of here. They were looking, but I didn’t care. I ran to her anyway. For her love. I see my loving mother waiting for me.
Seeing me, their eyes became wet. I can hear the kid clapping her hands, jumping in joy and shouting, “She is coming, She is coming.”
That is what I call True love and why I hate to be put behind those DAM doors.
I embrace the legs of the loved ones, and they pick me as droplets and sprinkle on their heads.
Now I can hear my people calling out my name, yes and my name is KAVERI!
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