The clouds parted, giving away, a charismatic view of the golden evening sky ringed with silver clouds. It looked as if the gods and angels in the heavenly abode were in a mood to fly over their precious creations.

At least that’s what June hoped for. Her mother had woven stories of beautiful angels late into the night and her dreams were now filled with puffs of white and flap of wings, though she never caught a glimpse of the angelic face nor did her creativity cook up one.

The disappointment was plain in her face. She let her mind wander along with the rhythm of the wind.

“What are you doing here June? I thought I told you to get inside the house. It’s beyond imagination what the wind nowadays can bring with them.” Her mom had materialised somehow in the garden where she was standing barefoot, pebbles tickling her feet.

She tried to deepen her expression of displeasure. However, before she could do so, her mom had placed one hand over her shoulder. “What’s wrong, June?” she asked. Her voice sweetened the way it always did when June was sick or worried.

“Mom, what does the angel look like?” she blurted out. Her mom laughed with a sound like chiming bells. “I think we would better get inside and talk.” She said.

Within moments she was leaning against the softest thing she could think of, her mom. “Do you want to know who my angel is?” her mom asked her softly. June nodded.

“Well, it’s you.” She said without a moment’s hesitation. June looked at her mother with wide black eyes. “ME?” she said, not unkindly.

“Yes. Because you make my life extra ordinary.” She smiled. “And I think I am more capable when I am around you.” she stroked June’s hair and suddenly became still. “Damn! The milk’s on the stove. I almost forgot.” She ran all the way to the kitchen leaving behind a dazed June.


She didn’t want the doctor’s advice to know that her life was ticking away and it would end in a couple of minutes. June was lying awake because of the fresh pump of air that was entering into her lungs through the oxygen mask.

Anxious faces were hovering about the look-through in the ICU. She blocked her mind from thinking about them. Instead she focused on her hands that were trembling from old age. Her time was due.

“They say that you see angels right before you die”, she thought hopefully waiting to unveil the final mystique of her life. When she finally did close her eyes in submission, all she could see was her mother’s face.

Her mother was smiling gracefully coaxing her to rest peacefully.

“I see you.” She whispered just as the last breath escaped from her body and encompassed the ICU.







47 replies on “ANGELIC”

True shreya.when we become mothers,we realize our children as angels.But only at the end of our life,we realize our mothers as angels.
Good writing 👍💪


ഈ ലോകത്തെ, മക്കളെ സ്നേഹിക്കുന്ന എല്ലാ അമ്മമാർക്കും, അതുപോലെ തന്നെ അമ്മയെ സ്നേഹിക്കുന്ന എല്ലാ മക്കൾക്കുമാകട്ടെ ഈ കഥയുടെ സമർപ്പണം.


One of #TheBest writing Situ ❣️ Really Heart Touching ❣️👌👏
Wishing all #ANGELS around the world, a Very #HappyMothersDay ❤️


Beautiful writing. Mom’s r really angels whether they r alive or dead. But u kids r truly fairies to all of us.


Really true Sithutty. May God bless you abundantly. A good daughter will a good mother. Awaiting for the next wonder🤔🤔🤔


Cant say it as a story….something which is real. Well written Shreya. Loved it❤️ n its heart touching. Dedicate to all the wonderful Mothers around the world.


Great shreya
This credit goes to your mom who shaped you to imagine that mothers are Angel’s, and you have brilliantly narrated it that readers would realize their own Angel’s. Dear, this would be a lovely gift that u can give to ur Angel who is always a shadow behind you.
Proud of u mollu…👍😍😘


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