“Mother”- the essence of being.... My life, and all that I have acquired till date.....be it talent , knowledge, character, I owe it all to my Mummy... the person that’s inspired me to live life savouring its most richest essence... not money not fame.....but the being.... the humility... the care and concern... the humanity....
Every Mother is a daughter’s best friend......it’s no different in my case... She’s always been my best buddy, my book of secrets, my pillow to cry on, and my pillar of strength..... I should say I am lucky to be born as her daughter....
My earliest memories of my mother.... her angelic face, the glow never dying.....she’s the most beautiful woman I have seen in my whole life..... The very feeling of being near her, cuddled in her arms....keeps me secure and calm... she gave her love unconditionally.....never failing to reprove when wrong....
Early into teens.....she gave me great insight into the world in front of me..... The new arena I was to face.... her failing health was the only thing that concerned her..... The inevitable fact as to who would take her place in my life...if the unfortunate was to happen..... Even as time inched closer to her departure.....she made sure she never missed any milestone in my life.....she craved to savour every new venture ...every success of her dear daughter... also the fact that she became more spiritual..... inspired my life and its conduct....the long but inspiring letters in that scrawny doctor’s hand..... that she wrote inspite of her deteriorating condition.... serve as my guidebook as to how to live my life... humility, kindness, love, cleanliness, are virtues she incessantly stressed upon....
My mother, succumbing to cancer, left me for her heavenly abode...the place she always wanted to be..... in my thirteenth year.....the last picture of her being a brightly glowing face, smiling inspite of even not being able to walk......waving to me at the airport...reassuring me not to lose hope...
The void left may never be filled.....but she surely did her best to make sure that her daughter always took heed of her words....led a life close to God...keeping in mind the virtues.... as she always wanted to...
Every child has a story about his/her Mother...This is mine.... My Mummy is the person who encouraged me to write.... to read and expand my vocabulary.....I therefore, find it most apt to dedicate my first attempt at blogging to my dearest Mummy....reminiscing the times I have spent with her....though very less.... Mummy I love you.....I miss you.....
Every Mother is a daughter’s best friend......it’s no different in my case... She’s always been my best buddy, my book of secrets, my pillow to cry on, and my pillar of strength..... I should say I am lucky to be born as her daughter....
My earliest memories of my mother.... her angelic face, the glow never dying.....she’s the most beautiful woman I have seen in my whole life..... The very feeling of being near her, cuddled in her arms....keeps me secure and calm... she gave her love unconditionally.....never failing to reprove when wrong....
Early into teens.....she gave me great insight into the world in front of me..... The new arena I was to face.... her failing health was the only thing that concerned her..... The inevitable fact as to who would take her place in my life...if the unfortunate was to happen..... Even as time inched closer to her departure.....she made sure she never missed any milestone in my life.....she craved to savour every new venture ...every success of her dear daughter... also the fact that she became more spiritual..... inspired my life and its conduct....the long but inspiring letters in that scrawny doctor’s hand..... that she wrote inspite of her deteriorating condition.... serve as my guidebook as to how to live my life... humility, kindness, love, cleanliness, are virtues she incessantly stressed upon....
My mother, succumbing to cancer, left me for her heavenly abode...the place she always wanted to be..... in my thirteenth year.....the last picture of her being a brightly glowing face, smiling inspite of even not being able to walk......waving to me at the airport...reassuring me not to lose hope...
The void left may never be filled.....but she surely did her best to make sure that her daughter always took heed of her words....led a life close to God...keeping in mind the virtues.... as she always wanted to...
Every child has a story about his/her Mother...This is mine.... My Mummy is the person who encouraged me to write.... to read and expand my vocabulary.....I therefore, find it most apt to dedicate my first attempt at blogging to my dearest Mummy....reminiscing the times I have spent with her....though very less.... Mummy I love you.....I miss you.....
