A Short Story : " From My Memory " The story of a mother who lost a child. @debashis77

How many events in life embrace memory and blend together with time? Something special becomes something precious in the crowd of hundreds of thousands of possibilities. Something meaningless becomes very meaningful. It hurt my whole self.

It was a winter morning. The sun was just peeking through the light mist into the bosom of nature. It was easily visible for a long distance. I was walking along a highway at a constant speed. The dew bathed the body somehow in the cold air, making it inert. Empty Road . No people could be seen around. In between, two cars passed by in the blink of an eye.busy life means busy highway. In the crowd of busyness, no one knows or knows anyone.

Suddenly, it seemed from a distance someone was sitting alone beside the road. She was waiting for something. A blank look. Stubborn body. I was curious to know how long. How long she was counting the hours in her mind. Slowly I came closer. I was not feeling well. I told the driver to stop the car immediately. Slowly, I reached a little closer. But what I saw made me upset for a moment. I could not hold my mind anymore. My mind cried for a moment. Unbeknownst to the mind, some unspoken words burst out of the heart. I said to the creator, what kind of judgment is this?

I was almost unsteady. I saw a mother dog sitting high with two front legs. Her whole body was wet with the dewy cold of the Fierce. With great patience, I didn't know how long she sat like this. The restlessness in her heart was still felt in her slight movements. The two water-soaked eyes were searching again and again. Seeing the long black spots of water under the eyes, it was impossible to understand how much fire was in her heart. She was burning. I didn't like it. I bravely tried to get a little closer. I was never prepared for what I saw .I was never prepared for what I saw then.I understand why the dog was sitting. For some reason, her crying was heartbreaking .

It was a scene that could not be forgotten or scarred in the heart. My two eyes were about to burst. I saw a little dog lying half-crushed on the road. Half of the body was covered entirely with the road. And the mother dog sits and watched them. She watched like a trance watcher, hoping for her little one to return. Maybe she knew her little one won't come back to her. I was still waiting, not for a moment that, her child will return. Such a unique story of mercy, a story of motherhood, a story of deluge.Such was a unique story of mercy, a story of motherhood, a story of deluge.

Who knows that,how much time he spent looking like this? Who knows how much she endured the fire of great agony of losing a child like that? Maybe every time, the heavy wheels crushed the little body. Perhaps I just saw it in a helpless, non-protesting voice. The uncomplaining mind had surrendered everything to destiny, creation and the Creator's will.

I still couldn't forget you. Let us always remember. But even today, I bow to you for your motherhood. Where your image has proved, you are still catching up in all parts of the claimant of excellence.

In this age of civilization, where the best civilized human beings in the creation eat their children alive, the dirt is thrown into the sewer. The innocent lives are easily forgotten for their interests. If he gets a chance, he escapes. There, you tell in your silent voice your genuine identity. You are a mother. When you prove it, even the lifeless world knows how to cry because of your compassion and motherhood. Any stony heart would have been twisted and crushed in an instant.