Then-
"Sleep now. Its getting late bittu." My mother ordered me in soft voice.
"I am not feeling sleepy." I stammered innocently.
She kissed on my forehead.
Her lap was my most favourite pillow.
She used to awake late night for my sleep by her lullaby.
Now-
After ages we meet.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
I ask.
"I am not feeling sleepy".
She answers in slow voice.
I cuddle her and croon the same lullaby which she used to sing for me.
Today, I am still awakening till late to watch her sleeping.
I plant a kiss on her forehead.
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