Going to my mother

After my Dad's departure, I seldom meet my mom. She resides at another city, far from 400 kilo metres away from me.

One year have passed since my father's death, I intend to meet my mom.

From Dhaka- the capital city of Bangladrsh, I started my journey to mom's city- the industrial city of Bangladesh named Khulna.

It took more than six hours to reach to my mom. On a late afternoon, my mom receive me from the main entrance of our home.

I felt guilty and some others indescribable feeling inside my mind. But my mom simply slightly smiled.. my journey ended at once.

Mothers are the special gift for us from the God!