May 11, 2011
An eMail from a Mother
Dear Son,
Its disheartening to see you struggling at your new place.I understand that it is important for you to shape your career and you left home for your job.We completely appreciate your decision.We never stopped you but we were happy that you become responsible. You don't know how much we miss you and we are proud of you. Everytime we talk to you I hear discomfort in your voice. You tried not to break but you broke.You cried cause of your own plight and you were distressed too.
Its quite saddening to see your sufferings.I just don't want you to be shattered. As you know ,life is full of opportunities. It is full of lessons and every decision that we make and every things that we do does teaches us a great lesson.It is this lesson that we take ahead in life.It is all about learning ,moving ahead and never looking back.I want you to be strong and I don't want my sweety to be feeble and low.It is not your nemesis but its just a bad phase in your life. Why don't you realize this? . When you left us you sought blessings from me and your daddy. Perhaps you never saw your dad's face at that moment.It was filled with pride and you won't know how happy he was for you. You never realized how much your sister Priyanka misses you. Priyu would everytime ask me about your vacations and when would you come back.Son, I understand your importance at your work place.But I want you to concentrate on your health too.Without a proper health ,you won't be able to concentrate on your work and your life would become unstable.
You might be missing the Sunday Brunches at our home.Those special dishes which I used to make for you.You were the only reason why I made such delicious food.But today ,I almost cried when you told me that you never had breakfasts since the day you left home.Is work that important to you?.Money is secondary .Spend money on everything that you need.Eat anything that you like.Your daddy never knows that you are struggling there.If he comes to know this then he would come to take you back. Priyanka has passed her board exams with flying colors and she loved the Fastrack watch that you send her on her birthday.You never knew how excited she was.She would show her watch to everyone like crazy that her brother had send this watch for her all the way from California.You are the only reason why we all are here .Today is Mothers day.Last year you took us out and It was a joyous moment for me being a mother.I still remember that day when you and Priu both gifted me a Kanchivaram Saree.That May was the best moment of my life.May is full of surprises to our family.Our Anniversary May17th is the day when you would never forget.It is going to be our 25th wedding anniversary this year and we all would be missing you this time .You would remember that day even in your faintest memory and I am damn sure about this.I'm proud to be your mother because you never cease to make us happy.Come back soon. We all love you. Health first and then rest.We all love you.I'm not strong son and I would break into tears on Skype video call.This is the reason why I;m writing this email to you. Hope to see you soon.
Love ,
Maa
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May 29, 2010
The Perfect Being
When Apples were 3 and we were 4 ...my mom said "I don't like apples"..and to torture you all..it reminded me of my following poem which i wrote when i was 14 (and edited when i was 16)..It's kiddish but the closest thing to my heart i would have ever written..Enjoy!
When I was four :
A heartily smiling face,
Looking down on me,
Swinging me with full pace,
Grabbing me with both hands,
The only one,
To be happy
When i passed step one
--She is my mother
The first memory of her.
When I was ten :
Tightly, steadily holding papers,
Asking a familiar face,
To fill them up,
Standing worried in a new school,
The only one
Though literally illiterate
Getting my admission done
--She is my Mother
One of the faintest memory of her

When I was thirteen :
Trying to console me,
Standing beside my bed,
Arranging the pills and syrup,
Moving fingers through my hair,
The only one
Greatly afraid
Still making me stand operation
--She is my mother
The most heartwarming memory of her
When i was fourteen :
Making me rest in her lap,
Encouraging me with most zealous words,
Unknown with Boards,
But preparing me for the trial,
The only one
Mysteriously filled
With moral information
--She is my mother
The most lovely memory of her.

When i am sixteen :
Ready for the most wisest advice,
Ready for the most warmest lap,
Ready for the most genuine care,
Ready for the friend in need,
Ready for the only one
I know will be with me
Always, at any situation
--She is my mother
The perfect idol on earth.
Post-Script : Isn't it simply amazing how your mother understand your world better than you....even when you refuse to admit that.. :)
May 9, 2010
Her Anger
May 7, 2010
Love You Mom
June 7, 2009
My lil' gurl!

I cannot forget the pride in my heart and the tears of joy in my eyes as I bade her goodbye at the airport that day. My daughter, now a 25-year-old young lady, was going away to another city on an internship for two months. There was my independent, confident, assertive daughter waving at me from the escalator as she got ready to board the plane. She was embarking upon a journey to prove her mettle and make a mark. I patted myself for having done a fine job of bringing her up. She was just like I’d wanted her to be; probably, everything that I was never, and much more. She had learnt to fly... I’d given her wings. She was now ready to fly away... fend for herself, build her own nest, have her own family. My little girl had grown up.
The next moment, she was gone. It was time for me to go back to the car for the drive back home. I wanted to make sure if she was okay in the lounge. I contemplated calling her, but decided otherwise. She’d manage. I should let her go now, I said to myself. My legs ached... I was growing old. I smiled to myself. And suddenly, a sense of emptiness engulfed me. I walked with a heavy heart, holding back my tears, back to where the car had been parked. Just when my cell-phone buzzed... a message! I frowned. The last thing I’d wanted was someone from work messaging me at that moment. Reluctantly, I took out my cell-phone from my bag and looked at it. It was from my daughter.
“Hi ma! M waiting 4 my flight n havin our favourite Latte at the airport lounge. Missin u already ma! Thanx for always being there! I’ll b back soon! Tc n keep smiling! Luv ya! Ur lil’ gurl!
I smiled. She’d always be my little girl, won’t she? I burst out into tears, but there was a smile on my face! Yes, she indeed was my little girl...
PS: Back to the Lounge after a long hiatus! :)
May 10, 2009
For You, Mom...
Cross posted @ Time to Rhyme
To MY PERFECT LADY...!!!
She Is My Mother!

She taught me how to talk, walk, eat, behave..
She was the one I was completely depended on..
She has always wished good for me..
She never sleeps when I am not feeling well...
She laughs When I laugh, She Cries When I cry..
She is the Light of My Life.. She is the one who is making My Life Bright.
She Is My Mother, My Beloved One.
"Oh God! Please take care of my mother like how she took care of me when I was young!"
P.S. I MISS YOU MOMMY!



