Returning home from school, I threw my shoes and bag in a corner went and hugged mom. Concealing in her arms she always absorbed all my worries and sadness just like her saree soaked all my tears that day.
Though my month long struggle of walking back home from school to save the bus fare and skipping the small recess to hasten my savings was a success; But my independence; that is, freedom to posses my love, “The Batman Mask” was snatched away. The last piece decorated on the mannequin was sold before I could own it.
If not wearing a Batman Mask, all the questions pertaining for being downhearted were answered by putting on the mask of an actor. After all, how could a brave soldier showcase his emotions to his mother?
To pretend as if all was well, just like the routine, wrapping a towel around my neck assuming it to be a cape, the rest of the day was then spent in reading Batman comic book, bought from a scrap merchant.
The lacerated comic book would always remind me of my mom’s hands. Doing menial work she had mangled her hands. Turning each page of the comic book brought back all the instances of how mom overcame every hardship and ensured I got the best in her limited resources.
Hence with an intention not to burden her more with my demands, I undertook this little struggle. But seeing it fail was heartbreaking. I was quick to wipe my tears running down. Tired of feigning emotions, I kept the book aside and lay on floor facing down on the mat.
Soon I sensed mom’s hand ruffling my mane. Through my teary eyes, I saw her keeping a black and yellow colour box next to me. Rubbing my eyes to see clearly, it was the ‘Batman Mask’ which I had seen in the shop.
Gaping at mom instead at the Mask which I normally ended up doing, while coming back from school, I just couldn’t comprehend all what had just happened.
Mom foreknowing my undercover mission, for her, reading the question on my mind was like questioning the Superhuman Detective Skills to Batman himself. Handing over the Mask in my hand she said, “This is yours! I am proud of you. You are my Real Superhero. Your struggle wasn’t hidden from me. I also understand the emotions which made you undertake all the sacrifices. Now you are free to own it.”
Holding the little black shiny piece of beauty, which used to mesmerize me and hold me back from going home while returning from school seemed powerless to me that day. It appeared as if mom had possessed all the Superpowers in her.
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