Sometimes it's difficult to make out if there is someone on the otherside of the phone at all, i barely talk back or respond.. but maa goes on and on... if she sniffs disappointment or anxiety in my voice. The most pointless and irrelevant detail is brought up, little scraps from here and there.... which mostly end up in me saying.." Maa, stop bothering me ... not in a mood"

I remember, as a kid.. i flocked behind her all day whenever i sensed that she was upset. she would be unattentive doing her chores.. but would somehow feel my empathy.

and I always thought that my mother and I were completely different people...