A page from A Book Called Mother

Today results of 9^th grade were announced. A dark cloud surrounded me when I learnt that my child is weak in Maths. Not that I was unaware of it. But here, weak in Maths means, Math as a subject cannot be opted for. In simple words no engineering, no architecture, no flied that involves Maths.

Both of us were quite on our way home. I was trying to figure out a wise way to handle the situation. Teenage so venerable and career… foundation of rest of the life. Whom should I compare with losers or winners? Should I be calm or imposing? Where did I go wrong?

Countless thoughts of all sorts came to my mind throughout the day. After dinner, a mother spoke at length and slowly at mid-night the dark clouds parted to give way to the vast brightness beyond it. 

No matter what, no matter how, In any situation a Mother can find a way out