Number Seven

To be precise… I was her seventh bf.
After seven years of serious relationship one fine New Year’s eve she said ‘good bye’.

Over the time I made more than 7…….(you may add zeros) attempts to contact her. But she was ‘adamant’.
After seven years and seven days she called me back and within seven seconds I answered the call.
She uttered only seven words ‘ I hate you looser. Go to hell’.

She wouldn’t have thought why out of 7.8 billion people in this world, it was her that I loved.
Loneliness and solitude are two different words, but together, they mean a lifetime.

Seven more years passed. Nothing has changed except I have seven canines.
‘Happy us’.
It was long before Paru and me finding our favourite spot in the Starbucks. 



#momseries ©advbimal



My Kunjamma (mother’s younger sister).

I adore her, and I always have a special place in her heart.

Extremely soft-spoken by nature, she would always stand by me no matter what.

Our bond goes back to my infancy. As my mother had to go back to work soon after my birth, she would often leave me in the care of my Kunjamma. She looked after me, just as she did with her own son. She would take turns to breastfeed us. Maybe that is why her place in my heart is right next to my mother’s.

There is one more such person, who holds a seat next to my mother…will leave that for another post.

This pic was probably taken during her school/college days. She is in her early 80s now. May God bless her with good health and happiness.