Full piece: Listen Maa, I have a lot to say to you, but I guess you don't have that much time to listen my nonsense. I see daily, how busy you are. Seeing your wounded time I go to sleep and when I wake up, I search for those wounds from last night but just get to see Band-Aids. How perfectly you hide it Maa. I don't remember the first day of my life, but the oldest day I remember of mine, you were there only where you pass yours most of the time even now. I can't say about the future. I have a lot to say to you, but I guess you don't have that much time to listen my nonsense. Maa apart from all those household works, do you have any hobby? Because I never found you singing or drawing or writing poetries. Though you sometimes make time to listen mine. Maa when was the last time you took a holiday for seriously. Because even there were times when I found stove's warmness much lesser than your body's warmness. People considered that you have a fever, but I didn't. According to me you got bored of your normal life and thus once in a while you challenge your works by levelling up and making the conditions worse. I have a lot to say to you, but I guess you don't have that much time to listen my nonsense. Maa do you have any plans for the future? Do you have any dreams for yourself? Which is only yours and won't include any other soul. If there is any then do let me know please. Because I just found you repeating wishes of others. You chant it loudly, pray for us and when we fail, you behave as if you failed. No maa this can't be your only way to celebrate or feel broken. I have a lot to say to you, but I guess you don't have that much time to listen my nonsense as you have to work on your passion. Your passion of being a perfect mother. A passion, which includes all other passions effectively. A doctor without any medical degree, a hidden master chef, a tailor who can stitch any possible torn fabric and every impossible broken feeling. Haa maa I know your strength, your power, your love, your capability, but still I don't come to you now despite of having a lot of problems. In case I come to you, I don't talk to you over that matter. You ask me if I am alright and I just agree simply. I don't know where I crossed the age gap because the talks, which a five year old Kasim used to do easily, 20 years old can't. Well the topics has been changed from 'Pinku stole my pencil' to 'Pinki stole my heart'. I guess that was the turning point. But you know what, despite of knowing that I won't be able to share with you still I come to you after all my problems because your presence is enough to make me understand that whatever the wounds are, you still had infinite numbers of Band-Aids which can heal me in no time.
