A Picture...!

While clouds covered whole of the skies, her eyes looked out of the tall windows. She sat still assuming a portrait like posture straight out of a Ravi varma's painting. Unmoved, neither by feelings nor by the stormy wind that challenged to blow her out. Eyes filled with tears, tears that held on never falling out, she had just one question 'why me?'
The tiny little hand moved all over her face pinching, squeezing and vigorously beating her with smile. All that didn't pain any more than what she went through from inside and so she didn't react nor act. Like beating the dust out of an old photo-frame, her 6year old went on hitting all over her face without a pinch of realization that it was her mother who bore her for months inside and years outside.
'Your child can't speak' they said, 'she can't walk either', 'her mental condition isn't right' and she lost count of her only child's ailments thereafter. 'Enough!' She screamed. 'I'm gonna take care and I know her better, more than you all, more than god' she concluded and brought her back from the asylum.
'I'm here, all for you. Like a puppet, like a slave. Do what you feel to me. And I'll feel you thereby' she said and closed her eyes.
Slowly, the tiny hand tried touching her eyeballs digging those droplets of tears. Piercing sunlight peeked out of the clouds through the window into her eyes. 'Ma', she heard. Her eyeballs moved, a picture started to breath...