She’s got these hundred names through which I call her, yet she doesn’t mind. Be it Ma, Mummy, Mum, Amma, Mom, Mommy, Mimmy. I call her according to my mood and she will only acknowledge to all of them. I have seen her from the day I was born reasoning if she was an angel which God has sent to take care of me in this gigantic spacious world. Mom you had a life of your own until we were born and since then we became the center of your world. She cribs but yet accomplishes whatever we want from her. Mother you fulfill all our dreams. Mom I apologize for all those sleepless nights you had during our exams.
Mum you make the most appetizing cuisine on earth of which nothing can pacify my taste bud except for your homemade yummy food. Though I know I crib about it always coz you come up with Avial, Sambar and those entire south Indian Mallu food, including the idli which I used to hate. But my friends used to desire for your mouth-watering food. But trust me Mum I missed your food when I was away from you for a year. I missed the cuddling and pampering that used to make me feel like heaven. Though I haven’t visited that world yet. Okai fine juss exaggerating…
I remember whenever you and dad had a debate it would be for our upgrading and all those little reparation you both have made for us are spectacular. I wonder sometimes how can u guys can be so remarkable and give your entire life for your kids who in return battle, crib and act rebellious to whatever you guys do or say.
You have known me so well that juss with that expression on my face and you examined it all. Be it a bad day in school, enjoyment with friends, conflict with best pals, 1st day of college or work. You know it all.
Mom I miss you when you aren’t around. I look for you in all possible places thinking if you aren’t hiding from me. Mom you have learnt lessons for us when we had our exams. I wonder if God has given you 10 hands of which isn’t visible to us. Mum you succeed your work and home apart from taking care of dad and us. Mom you are the most meaningful part of the family, which is yonder, words. Most delicate of all, she knows more of paradise than angels can recall.
Mom you are not only beautiful, but passionately young. You are playful as a kid, yet wise as one who has lived long. Mom it is far beyond defining you, it defies all explanation,
And it still you remain a secret like the mysteries of creation . . .
Thanks a loottt Mom for everything…. All that you have done for me & all that you will keep doing.
Have a Gr8 Monsoon!
Divs
2 comments:
Really nice to read and remember all good old days of life.
Thanks for reminding the important part in life.
M Varier
It was beautiful...realy luved it yaar..u almost made me cry. Am missing my mom badly...
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