She was standing at the arrival gate with her searching eyes screening the thousands passangers.
Her eyes lit up when it met mine. Her arms outstretched she hugged me with all the love.
Overwhelmed with her touch, I rejoiced in my Ama's arms, the world's safest and happiest place.
As we were heading back home, something was different,
I looked at her holding my hands, caressing my face and telling me stories unheard.
Her touch, her gaze, her talks were same, then why she is looking different?
As I dived more for the answer, I noticed her graying hair.
Then, the reality hit me hard as rock, she is ageing and her body changing.
My hero, my idol and strength with her fragile body was doing everything for me like before.
However, she was more tired, more weak then before.
As I registered these inevitable changes my Ama was going through, my heart broke.
But my dear Ama, I promise to hold your hands and walk you through the difficult road called life as you have done for me.
I promise you to be your spectacle when your eyesight falter.
I promise you to be your knight and protect you from all the evils.
I promise you to be your best friend and listen to your endless stories.
I just want one promise in return, that you will be healthy and happy, and never leave me alone.
