We often looked at this magazine together when I brought it to her since it provided a pictorial backing to news that we had heard only on the radio. ...She opened it and flipped to the pages with the article and then held it out to her side slightly so that I could read over her shoulder. She had stepped forward while she found the right page and so, I moved forward to come to her left side but at the same time, she moved backwards and a collision resulted. I instinctively put a hand on her. We moved north through the trees toward the city for over an hour and about four miles or so before coming to the garden plots. They were laid out very precisely and we could see the divisions between them. They certainly appeared to be about five acres each. With the wind blowing toward us, Sunshine and Rose guided us to a plot with growing herbs by the scent alone. There was an older woman there tending the plants this morning."Good morning, Herb Mother," Thomas said addressing the woman in a. Me: Oh, that’s great, mom. I’m really happy that you got a friend there. Can I see him?Mom: Sure, he’s coming to our home tomorrow for dinner. I invited him to lunch. But he’s busy at noon, it seems. So, he will be here for dinner.Me: Oh, that’s nice, maa. I’ll see him tomorrow.I went back to watch TV, but my mind was constantly thinking about this Raghav. Who is he? How does he look like? How old is he? Is he really nice and genuine, as mom said? I decided to wait until the next day to see. . well, maybe Mom wanted to go back to a time when I was a kid, instead of a young professional, on the verge of moving out.On the verge of leaving her.Don’t get me wrong - I’d thought about how much it would hurt Mom, her only child moving away, leaving her alone in a house where she’d had so many good memories with Dad.But, I mean ... I deserve a life as well. And I planned on coming back for dinner at least once a week, and had tried to spend more time with her before I left (at least,.