For the unsung hero of my life

As I comfort my 2 month old in my arms lulling him to sleep, thoughts traverse back in time to days when I was a child. I still remember the warmth of sleeping close to maa, snuggled close to her – secure in the innocent belief that nothing could touch me. What a mother means to us we always know, but it takes to be a mother to realize what she does for you. Those thousand sacrifices that she made for me as if it were her duty, those sleepless nights she went through so that I could dwell in the lap of the sweetest slumber, those days when she went without food cause my cries would not just let her go, every time she closed her eyes in prayer, every time she just told me things would soon be fine and I believed, the so many things that words will truly fall short if I sit to pen them down. So this blog for the unsung hero of my life, without whom I would have never existed and granted existence, without her, I would have never been the person I am today.

Even today, when I am at my worst I rush back to her, seeking the comfort and solace that no one else can give. It is a love beyond expression, a magic beyond miracle, a comfort beyond all manifestation and a truth beyond the truest. The best is, you need not say, she knows it already. It is so true “tujhe sab hai pata meri maa”.

Every morning of my childhood I have woken up to your comforting voice, pressed skirts, cleaned shoes, hot steaming breakfasts and to a ready and comfortable life that you carefully tailored for me. Little did I then realize your toil that went into it. Packing my school bag, getting my homework done, ensuring I was doing well at school, getting me into and out of my playtime mode, I just accepted it was all your due. You did it all and gave me bonus too – nice warm kisses and hugs every time I was cute. As years went by I grew up to be a demanding teenager. Love then was interspersed with chides and discipline, ensuring I stayed on track. Few things that come first when I think of you – you waiting outside my Sambhu tuition with your Luna to ferry me back home in the scorching hot sun, the satisfaction on your face when I read a poem though I know you understood little, you sleeping on the divan next to that center table to ensure I studies late into the night during my entrance, your joy the day I got through Infy, your coming down to REC to pick me back home and the affection with which you took me to Apsara every time I came home. Thank you maa, I may have never said so, but nothing has gone unfelt and unregistered. Do not know if I can become a mother as good as you are, but you definitely are the best.

Love you always.