Memories ....

Its been a year since my mom visited US.

The weather is exactly same. Heaps of red berry bunches on trees. Heated top floor. Gusts of air. Very few birds. Water melons on sale. Sunlight in tons. Same July days.

But Mom is not here. She is in India.

Feels like her kind of weather.

I repent all the days she had to take a walk alone along the road in evening, and I was working in office late hours. I wish I came home early.