It was a Beautiful, quiet and peaceful evening and mum was at home. She was busy cooking my favourite pasta. The cold winter breeze gently soothing my hair, I was trying to get inspired by the weather for my latest animated love story. My inspiration for this field mainly came from the fact that my mum was an animator too. I literally grew up with animated characters. Some even feel to be part of our family. I was desperately thinking of a classic, emotional story for my animated short film. With all excitement I started writing a beautiful love story, but in vain. I could not think of a good plot to kick start the story.
Just then the door bell rang.
"Netra!" a soft yet clear voice came from the kitchen. It was mum telling me to open the door.
But I was so engrossed in my story that it took over my hearing abilities too.
She hurried towards the door looking at me.
She commented "Writing stories, huh?" She gave me a soothing smile, giving me the peace of mind to focus on my work. I continued with my thought process till the mysterious silence pulled my attention.
Anxiously I looked at the door; I could just see a man standing outside the door quietly.
“Mum who is it?” I asked
There was no reply. I wondered if she lost her hearing abilities too...
I got up from my sleek wooden study table and walked towards the door. I asked once again “Mum who is it at the door?”
She gave no reply and stepped aside.
At the door was a srikingly charming man with a pleasant smile on his face. I liked all that but I could not read his twinkling eyes that had a lot to say.
"Good evening," I wished him with a smile.
He was a smart, sturdy and handsome man in his mid fifties.
“Whom do you want to meet?” I asked.
As if I broke his thoughts he looked at me and turned towards mum. There was silence.Turning back, slowly looking away from the man I said “oh! Mum I think he has come to meet you.”
Mum was sitting on the edge of the sofa with her hand in support to her cheek, eyes in calm deep look at the floor. I touched her shoulder gently with lot of questions in my mind and with hesitation. I have caught mum in deep thoughts many a time but I never saw her so worried.
She still wasn't ready to answer. I thought for myself "creative people are moodly."
But today she looked unusually serious. She looked pale. The glow that distinguished her from many others of her age had disappeared on the very instance. I sat down and looked straight into her eyes.
"Mum are you okay?" I asked in concern.
Gathering all her courage, she took a deep breadth and got up from the sofa. She looked straight at the gentleman and greeted him in a low, soft voice “Please come in”.
