She cares about me. And my cellphone.
"Don't put it like that into your pocket. In all the rush and jostling within the train, someone will flick it off your pockets!"
Moms, I tell you. I'm getting ready for work. Tying my shoelaces. And then this.
"While stepping into the train, would't it be a good idea to put your cellphone in your bag?"
Dad and mum, both decided to gift me this phone - Nokia N70 - much to my delight and surprise, when all I was expecting was a Motoyuva or something. Watching mom handing out the brand new N70 from the cupboard, wrapped in its box, was a treat to the senses. It bowled me over.
"Your dad has already lost an expensive watch in the train. Somebody just flicked it off his wrist as he landed at Kalyan station!"
The N70 was a gift from them. I'd topped my college in BMM (Journalism) in my final year and also earned a place in the top 5 Journalism students in Mumbai University. The marksheet made them hold their heads high, especially after my extremely disappointing show at the HSC exams in the Science stream.
"It's an expensive phone. And I think you have all your contacts and phone numbers in it. If you lose it, you'll be in trouble."
I've already come close to losing it and damaging it badly, on a couple of occasions. But then, some objects are made for their owners. Like me. And my N70.
"It's not too difficult to flick it off your pants, I tell you!"
True. As if she's been a professional pick-pocket once.
"Your dad always keeps his phone hidden deep in his bag. That's a little extreme, I admit, but you must be careful. Keep your hand on your pockets protectively."
As if protecting a tumor inside my trousers. Good heavens!
"Go safely. Don't have anything cold outside. Have your lunch on time. Don't delay. And call me from office, sometime.You toh don't call only."
I kiss her softly on the cheeks. And give her a hug. And then touch her feet, as I step out of the house ready to embrace another brand new day. I love my mom.
Now, back to my N70.