What are
memories, something remembered from the past. But in my case there is this one person in my life
with whom I create memories all the time. A memory that we both sit and laugh
upon that person is my mother. From my birth till today she is always there
with me and from me. She is like my strong back bone, the one I can rely on
with eyes closed.
The reason
I’m what I’m today is because of my mother. In most cases the daughters are
close to their father’s. But my case is very different right from childhood.
I still
remember, when my mother’s brother asked me whom you love the most muma or
dada. Without a second taught I said muma. They all were amazed to hear that
from me. Sometimes my mother tells me this story and the smile on her face is
priceless.
The open
days in school, when my mother would enter my class and say I know your hind
and marathi paper is going to be filled in red ink lines and the angry smile on
her face. She would always make seen that paper first to see if I passed or
not. But now she feels good that both the languages have improved so much so
that I can teach others.
When I’m
going to cook dinner/lunch, she will always stand next to me to help. Making me
do most of the work, But without her help I can’t do anything I need her to at
least stand with me in the kitchen.
Once I get
married and go to my husband’s place the one thing I’m going to miss the most
is the fight we have. Our fights are minimum anger and maximum love because we
always end fights laughing together.
I’m the
only child of my parents but I never felt the need of having a brother or
sister to play with my other is always there. We trouble each other on purpose
just to see the reaction.
Any mother
would get angry and over protective on know that her daughter has a boyfriend.
When I came to know that my mother read mine and my boyfriend’s chat I myself
got scared. But she reacted in a total opposite way. She asked me few questions
about him she realised he’s a nice person. Now she keeps asking me about me and
she was the one to force me to give him a Valentine’s Day gift.
The is not
just a mother to me she is my best friend, my guide, my mentor.
A small message to my mother
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