Inside the hazy room, she sat staring at the mantelpiece clock . She wrote- “ Son, I am spanning through the last days of my life . This ailment is taking me in . I want to see you before I die . Please come .
- Your Mother ”
There at the Army camp , her son’s eyes were filled with drops of grief, the letter in his hand . He immediately applied for a leave . All there, were supposing that a war could be proclaimed owing to the enemy activities at the border .
Two days later they all were packing up their things . His leave had been sanctioned . Others were preparing to leave for the war . He looked up at them trying to decide whose fate was worse . His mother was keeping her eyes open just to get a last glimpse of him . He thought of that woman who had nurtured him throughout his life , protected him within the boundaries of her own restrictions , punished him whenever he went astray , gave him comfort and company and shelter and joy . She was his courage and his strength . In her old age he had tried to be the same for her . He left the merry camp and reached the station . But , now , all he could do for her was to go to her , helpless , and see her dying . The arrival of the train was announced . Why couldn’t he protect her or do anything for her . Thinking of it , a second thought came to him . Hadn’t his country been a second mother to him . Hadn’t it done the same for him . Hadn’t it nurtured , protected , punished and comforted him . The train arrived at the station and people started getting in . Maybe , it was time he could really do something for his mother than to allow her to slip past him while he stood and saw . The train gave the whistle for departure . He would fight for his mother . He would do his duty as a responsible son . He turned back and walked towards the camp.
They all had the same fate .