It’s the heights of the plight of education in India… Imagine someone with a Graduation in Child Psychology has children who grow up to be like us! That’s exactly what I think when I see Pooja and myself making a mess of our house, lives, and otherwise!
Here’s to the woman who put her dreams and her life on the back burner to spend major part of her life deciding which dal will grace our dinner table, choosing what sabzis to will satiate us kids, and managing to how to get both on our tables.
We get too busy growing up to realize that that our parents are growing old simultaneously. My mother just got operated for a major jaw operation. She often complaints of her knees aching like hell. Though she looks more beautiful than she ever did to me, I can see the wrinkles on her face making their presence felt. She gets tired faster than she used to. Her eyes are deeper (like literally too). She says senti stuff like, “Just a couple of years more before I get to see Pooja settled down. I want to go gracefully before I become an unfair burden on you two.”
I want her to live forever though. :-)
I share a tumultuous, a very khit-phitty relationship with my mother – we have graduated from a rebellious teenage to an effortless companionship. We fight even now. In fact, our day begins with her shouting her lungs out to wake me up… and it ends with the two of us talking about all inconsequential stuff in the world. It’s incredible that we have grown to understand each other in a way nobody else ever would.
You know how God made women strong enough to endure childbirth and then see a part of her own flesh and blood grow outside of her? What God should have also done is made all mothers immortal!
There’s nobody who’d patiently deal with us as we shun them in our growing years.
There’s nobody who’d pray for us the way mothers do.
There’s nobody who’d sacrifice more for you than your mother would.
There’s nobody who’s happy when you’re happy and when you cry, she cries too.
Call me selfish, but I want my mom to live forever…or at least for as long as I do. I really do.
Love you always.
Mothers were n will always remain d integral part of our lives. Call it d initial hand holding, she did to us when we learnt to walk, or d day when we first shouted n disagreed to her or the day when we part away for her (applicable to both boys n girls due to various reasons called n uncalled for), her heart always beats for us. She is always d last person on d earth to betray u, n sometimes d first to b targeted for betrayal by many sons.
ReplyDeleteBut yes, another form of God, the closest ever to u is MOM. she gave birth to u, isn't it a miracle? She worked like slaves so that u can enjoy ur very childhood, still when u r grown up n start to (so called) understand, u end up calling it merely a duty. Yes, u cn only realize d pain of a mother by becoming one. As a son, i cn only empathize wid my mom. Love her d most... Maa tujhe salaam:)
Agreed man! :)
ReplyDeleteAs much as I want to salute your mother Urvi, I want to salute you too for portraying such beautiful words in front of us. Indeed, there is no replacement for a mother in this world. My best wishes to you and your family to enjoy and cherish your togetherness. Always...
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