MA

The first word to the first smell,,,the first touch to the first face,,,the first lap to the first fingers…the world is incomplete without my MA…Being a mother to a beautiful daughter,,, I’m well aware of the hardships that a mother has to go…I do understand and feel what each of us treasure more…It has always been casual for me to have a mother…Many a times I was told that I might treasure what I’ve as lots of kids didn’t even get the privilege to find the face in the crowd…I do understand now when I myself is a MA…When I look at the worn out face of my MA,,,the feeling that I get is scary and I don’t want to have that…I fear of losing her one day…The fear of not having her around to talk,,,to complain about some or the other thing,,,the fear of not getting to hear her voice anymore,,,the fear of not getting to ask about the next step that I should take to get of the web surrounding me,,,the fear of not finding anyone when I’m scared,,,the fear of not having her to share my proud or happy moments…She is sixty five years old,,,but believe me when I say that still now she is the shadow that I would like to live under…It is so warm,,,and so incredible…I never do have a particular day to celebrate her as she is the is the celebration herself…A child’s whole being and existence is for their MA…The most reliable word in this universe…There are still so many things about my likings and dislikings that I had to ask myself about,,,but she could still read me like an open book…I still remember the day when I met a fatal accident and I was so scared when I regained my consciousness,,,my MA sat beside me and didn’t shed a drop of tear so that I could stay brave as my face was totally smashed and I might panick even more…Though,,,during the night I often heard her crying…She has always been my strength…That strength held my hand throughout my journey in ups and downs…I’m sure that all the mothers are same… I’m dedicating my blog to all the mothers in our lives who care for us more than their life… Happy Mother’s Day…MA.