“I want to go to my mom!”
I was looking at the books displayed at the book store in the Mall, when I heard a girl child saying “I want to go to my mom” over and over again, with tears rolling down her eyes.
“Hello, what happened?” “Where is your mother?” I spoke softly, giving a gentle pat on her head.
“I don’t know. I want to go to my mom” She spoke with difficulty as more tears started to roll down her cheeks.
“Don’t worry. Mom will be here soon” I tried to comfort her as I picked her up. She immediately hugged me so tightly, with tears which seemed never-ending, that for a moment I forgot everything else, as if this was the moment of divinity.
‘May be there is no greater feeling of happiness & bliss than to comfort another human being in despair’, I thought to myself.
Her tears had wet my shirt by this time & people were staring at this beautiful spectacle of human connection, with a total stranger, with no question of “Do I know you?” in the minds of either.
It won’t be an exaggeration to say that those few moments with the child have been the most divine moments of my life so far.
Someone from the gathered crowd suggested that I make use of the Public Announcement System for informing the mother. And so did I. It took a while for the mother to arrive. I was so connected to the child by now that for countless moments I almost prayed to God not to send the mother quickly.
As the child saw her mother, she immediately plunged into her arms, returning to the familiar love & comfort.
Then they both were smiling again. So was I.