Today as i stepped out of my apartment towards end of my lane i heard no sound from my back . No questions were asked to which i would reply with yes there was no sound though my lane had people making rush to reach to their office children running to catch their bus but there was plenty of sound to be heard but my ears wanted to hear that voice that somewhere had a fear about how when what ????

My ears were ready to hear the voice from the balcony my plants were waving their leaves as if they were saying bye  by waving their hand but my ears missed the sound . My father had a government job we were ready after every three years to be shifted to anew place, a new home and a new city although we lived in the city but the place we lived in was always twenty to twenty five minutes away from the city . Our accommodation had three bedrooms a dinning area and a balcony the only place that i loved because what ever empty can i used to find i used to add soil and money plant to that container what i believed was greenery to be spread it soothes my eyes people used to sleep during the day and i used to admire how fast my leaves are growing oh it's the time let's add water to my baby bush and a voice that always made the balcony full of life as soon as i step out of my home my mother used to come to the balcony and repeat the questions did you took your lunch ,water bottle kept or not , where is your id card study properly bye why are you here your bus will be missed …..

I never knew how time flied and with those repeating questions i did my twelve years of memory laden journey . Now i joined a college for my bachelor's and the city was new the place was new and even the balcony was new the only thing that was same the questions but with a new question have you taken your phone , come home soon don't wander here and there come soon . The days turned to weeks the weeks to months and months to year i got a job and again shifted to a new place , anew house a new city my new house has a balcony i even added plants of my choice but i don't hear my mother calling and this is the shade the shade of love that many men desire that many men desire…..