Everything In Life Is an Omen !!!!

Words like 'KshaMA', 'MAafi', 'ParMAtma', 'MAlik' and many more beautiful words like these carry a magnificiently common 'word' which remains un-noticed, The Beauty Lies In The Word - "MA" .
Alchemist, does the name says it all? No, It doesn't. It is a book written by Paulo Coelho published in more than forty languages. Okay ! If you are thinking that am going out of track then no, am not because there will be no deep-rooted discussions about this book. Still. Though the book is all about 'Maktub - everything is written' , 'following the dream' , 'knowing what you want' etcetra but it has taught me the significance to learn and realise the 'Omens' that life carry for each of us.
So the story actually starts now:
I had an arguement-without-battle stuff with my Mom the other day. Agh !! The usual kahani ghar ghar ki wala jazz and to my astonishment this time it gave a new turn just after the climax. Actually I was annoyed on something that my Mom wanted me to do ( or not to do, frankly i dont remember the reason of the arguement because I hardly take things to heart, ;) how fake ) "Mumma Pleeeezzzz", I squeezed my tongue in irritation asking to excuse. She left the room with no words as she always does while I started hogging the newspapers, very sure about overtaking Mom's mood whenever I want, by talking on the topics of her interest after a while.
Suddenly......................yes....................I felt exactly like this......................speechless, blank. Something moved me till the within, my heart felt like a mayhem in all its veins and then there was an abyss silent for a long time, I was choked. What it was that made me feel so disconsolate?? A story. The newspapers were flinging with a number of articles on 'Mother's Day' when my eyes got stuck to this story which revealed all the recurring thoughts that I have had been thinking about while being 'with' or 'away' from Mom.
'The Diary of a Mother' was the name, the hugeness of it made me feel so small that I decided to remain silent, don't know for how many hours !!
It revealed the unshown, unreadable, unexpected expectations & desires of a Mother when her children grow young like me, where I am busy with all my days work till the sixth day of a week and unfortunately the seventh day is meant/booked for friends to hang out injudiciously. The willingness of Mother's heart to have an empty corner with her daughter having a word or two, hardly matters.....why so?? I thought. Because either I filled her in/with materialistic world or I overheard what she has spoken silently. Though unintentionally but abruptly ignoring her desires and expectations, today, has rinsed me till the last cell of my body.
I was so full of guilt to realise my mistake that how could I forget her in her presence, the one who stood with me from thick to thin, from gloom to bloom?
That Was An Omen !! I realised, the story said so much about a Mother's fantacies about her child, how she dreams, cares, worries, carries her child till her last breath and the child TRIES to give everything thats possible but the valuable time,................... she dithers to ask for it from her own....
Forty Two minutes from now, the clock struck b-bye to 'Mother's Day' and the first thing I did after awaking ( from the SLEEP) was, touched THY feet of my 'Ma' and wished her congratulations for being the Best Mother.
This way 'Alchemist' taught me to realise the Omen that indicates to upgrade or correct yourself where the story in the paper suddenly boiled up before me to warn.......wake up before its too late because the Diary of a Mother was written when.................... she was struggling for-a-breath of life but it was read by her son on the thirteenth day after her bereavement.
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I tried my hard to express what I felt but truly, I felt much more than this.