
Soon she was out of his sight. Then he yelled out, “I want her back, I can’t live without her! Please bring her back for me!” The ones around him tried to console him, that he shouldn’t worry, they told him she’d be back very soon, that she really loved him. All their consoling and trying to comfort him just didn’t work. He sobbed till there were no more tears left, and he fell asleep when he was totally exhausted.
The year 1957, the month December, I was hardly a little over 2 years old at the time. The beautiful woman, my mother, was leaving with my little baby brother in her arms, he must have been about 5 - 6 months old at that time. She was leaving me for the first time, and that too for a few days, to go to Cal ( Calcutta ,now Kolkata ) for some Christmas shopping . But how can a 2 year old’s heart understand all this, all the pain? The fear & all those tears and most of all this burning rage & jealousy I experienced towards my little brother? YES THAT’S ME, I WAS THE JEALOUS ONE.
This is one of most poignant memories I have of my childhood which I can still recall, it’s almost 54 years since this happened but its still very vivid, and real. I can see my mother, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, there's no one like her in this whole universe.And I loved her and still love her till this day. But when ever I think of that particular day, I can still feel the pain, the heart-ache, the rage, the jealousy. I guess, I’m still the jealous one.