The Jug Full of Water
Sita Lakshmi was in her late sixties. Her exact age did not matter anymore, not to her at least, all she did was lie down all the day and wait to be woken up by her son for being fed or being bathed or for being cleaned. ‘ Madhava ’ she would call out irrespective of him being inside the house or not ‘ give me some water, my throat is parched ’. More often she fell back to sleep forgetting to have water and wait till her son comes home. Madhavan, 32, unmarried, was working in a local grocery store. He made sure that he visited home thrice during his work timings from the shop, to take care of his mother. This has become a routine since Sita Lakshmi was affected by Alzheimer's. He had no qualms about this. His mother has done so much for them and she has gone through so much and the least he could do was ...