Mom was busy on her Mac, completing her office work. She was entirely focused on adding a last piece of code to finally make that program work!
Son: Mom I’m searching for tokens
Mom: Google search? Tokens… they are identifiers, keywords, operators and the like in C++
Son: Mom please, can you step out of your coding world for a minute. I am talking about “My tokens”!
Mom: Oh your treasure! Token of appreciation, token of victory, token of gratitude, token for rememberance, it’s all there in the library room. I just felt I should keep it all in one place and arrange them nicely! Why are you looking for it now? You want to pack some in your luggage for keepsakes? It’s actually a great idea!
Son (irritated): Mom please!! I’m talking about my tokens for the train journey I’m taking tonight! Please!!! Can you stop your work for sometime and help me! I’m really worried!
She exactly knew what her son was talking about. He had got a good job in a different city and for the first time in his life, he was taking a train journey all alone. And this was for a great new beginning. His first job. A life changing event! He had purchased the train tickets last evening and the guy at the ticket counter had issued tokens, to avoid queues and take the gates directly.
She had a belief, which no one else in the family approved of. A stone in a corner in her garden, had appeared to her as the face of divine she strongly believed in. And over the years, before starting anything new, she paid a visit to this place and somehow things had worked out wonderfully for her. She believed in this higher power, though others laughed at her.
That morning she had taken the tokens and placed them in front of that stone, in her favorite place. She had forgotten to pick it back. Now when her son asked, she started beating around the bush to buy some time, to somehow go there to the garden and pick it up. Her son wouldn’t approve of this anyways. He always felt all this is a joke. He would also never relate to the fact that she forgot to pick it back!! She did not want to hear negative things that moment! She just wanted to distract her son and quickly pick them up from her garden!
Will she succeed? I hope she does 😊
In response to writephoto prompt hosted by Sue Vincent
A/N – Back to school days: Before board exams, we were issued hall tickets. It had our registration number and time and place of reporting etc etc. Without this we were not allowed into the examination hall,
The day I got my hall ticket, My grandmother would take it from me and place it in our pooja room and pray to God. I found this funny! very funny! I would question her often. “Did I just get super powers to pass my exams?” “Will God write for me” “Can I touch this ticket now, will I absorb all energy?” etc etc. She just used to say, “it’s just a higher power, a strong belief, My belief! We need this in life, for our own confidence sometimes, many a times”
When I got my hall ticket for grade 12, a turning point wrt academics, she was no more. But I did place it in front of God! I myself wondered why? But I couldn’t do without it 😊