"Karma, your mom is calling." Young gentleman came looking for me. I was nervous. I never used to get calls from my mother other than Sunday.

"Yes Ama." Hesitated to hold his big nice phone. I was more careful of his phone than what my mom would say.

"Karma, I won't be able to come tomorrow and get you. Can you come by yourself?"

It was a nervous relaxing voice just like how I get to hear every Sunday in a week. But on that day, it was quite unusual to receive her phone call during weekdays.

Next day was my final paper. I was a boarder student. We were doing exam, fighting to conclude our final battle amidst the pandemic.

Her calm and relaxed voice lowered my heartbeat. I was talking with her and her voice started changing. I knew she will say something at the end. Deep down I was already prepared to face the battle.

She started questioning me few unusual matters. I moved bit far from my class teacher who was waiting for his phone.

"Anyway, please come home fast tomorrow." Felt some kind of bitterness in her voice. I was not sure what she meant to say by all those tragic call. I could not think of any reasons.

She ended the call.

I smiled, thanked him and handed over his big, heavy, nice phone. But I was tearing apart deep inside.

I could not even ask her why I should come home fast. I wanted to but she do not want to have anymore conversation.

"What is she saying?" He asked while he checked his balance. I didn't know that it was him who called back to mom from his phone. I thought my mom called him. I must have used more than Nu.10. It was a long conversation.

I really don't want to talk about the matter. But situation forced me to reply. While I kept other matters aside, I told him that mom won't be coming here to get me the next day.

"Okay. Then do your last paper well tomorrow. Take care." He waved me and went.

I stayed there for almost ten minutes retrieving everything that my mom said.

It was restless moment for me to think of all. However, determined and decided to wind up my last paper the next day in a better mood. As I walked towards my hostel room to study, several friends asked about my damn stupid expression on the way.

I thought I was looking normal. May be I looked so weird that my friends started questioning me more. I told them that I lost my love. Everyone smiled little wider. Then I walked away.