Sunday, May 8, 2016

To MAA, with love.


The most ascetic person who exists in this entire universe is the mother.  She feels proud in giving away. If we see her entire life, since the day a mother is born in a girl's life, she has been ceding everything for her family. Call it her spouse, her son, her daughter, always ready to give. Despite knowing about the risks, a mother sacrifices her family for the country. She thinks about every other thing before herself.
Seen everywhere but there is no one else like her. Wherever we go, we carry the memories, the affection we deserve. The most pretty face we see is the mother. She is ready to accept our fault every time and remediate it all.
We think ourselves to be superior at times but when we fail she is the only person who gives us peace with our problems, the way she handles it all with ease is exceptional.
Meanwhile alone at home passing by thoughts of us, always wishing for our well-being wherever we are and thinking far ahead for our good future until there where our thoughts never reach.
Whenever we feel alone then we come to her. I see that love on the face of every mother.
Often we tend to get irritated by some of her repeated sayings, she is always meticulous for every tiny thing related to us.
Watching us from a naive to a grown up when we start to teach them things. Everything is small in front of whatever she has given us, planting the root and nourishing it throughout. Whatever we can do after getting nourished is less.
She goes and receives the bravery award for her family with pride. Only a mother can do this. No one in this entire world can be stronger than the mother.
As the mother gets old, they seem to be more beautiful and kind. She has been giving and she will always do that no matter what.
We take mothers for granted and we always take whatever she gives away. We never think and value about it later because there is so much. The love is endless, we cannot count it.
Let's remember for a minute some of the moments, when she cannot sleep whole night looking for her child in sickness, taking care of every small thing without getting irritated a single time. How easily we get irritated, when we go back then I don't see a single time when she gets irritated by our stupidities and us giving trouble to them in so many different ways. We don't like to hear anything about our decision or doings by the mother, we often get annoyed by it but then I think how much my kiddish act and those words coming out from our mouth which used to not make any sense, she heard it all and made the meaning out of it.
Holding our tiny little finger she made us walk and never leaving until she made sure we are secure. In moments of anguish and demanding when we cry, she wiped off tears all the time. Staring us hard from those big eyes she made us overcome fear. We get to face this tough world with the whole lot of courage because of the fact the mother is always there for us. Reciting stories while making us sleep and expanding our world of imagination. Now we realize it was all so important, everything had a meaning behind it, for creating us what we are today. Despite knowing what we love, she at times stops us to do things which can be harmful in future. It is not easy to waive things we love presently but she has that strong heart to let it go for the better future.
The safest and blissful place for every human being or animals is their home. We feel so much contended when we are home.
This mothers day lets give them as much we can.
When we were a kid then we didn't get the thing we want, we get upset. Every single thing which we were taught by the mother is what makes us so much compelling today. We have the control of us.
Every air that passes we wish them to go and touch the feet of all those mothers thinking about their family and having such tender love for them. Amidst the busy schedule, we get so lost that we forget all this and the mother seem so distant amongst all the things keeping us occupied. Slowly things get ended and that distance then starts to diminish and then we see her still there the same way making us contended.

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