She is the most special woman in my life. Sometimes she is a friend who giggles with me. Sometimes a confidant with whom I share my deepest, darkest moments. Sometimes a chiding mother. Sometimes a guru who shows me the way. Sometimes a philosopher who teaches me lessons in life through her simple actions. She fills my life with love and special moments – every single day.
How does she look at my face and know what kind of a day I had? How does she know when I need silence and when I need her solace? How is it that she never cares about what I wear, how I dress – while my own mother cribs? What makes her miss her own son’s birthday – but remember mine? How could she love me, a virtual stranger, as the daughter she never had?
So many special moments come to mind…
When I had the miscarriage, you dropped all your other commitments and caught the next flight to Dubai to be with me. Because you knew that I would need your support. I can’t tell you how much your presence meant and how much it helped me to tide what were perhaps the most difficult days in my life.
And then right through my pregnancy you were with me. Waiting to give me hot soup the moment I got home tired and hungry from work. Ah…how that soup revived me each day.
I fondly remember the time – when I was 7 months pregnant and we stayed up virtually all night to watch Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge. Every hour – when I got hungry, you made me something to eat or drink.
When my collection of short stories was being launched in Bangalore, you decided you had to be there for the launch – though I could not be there myself. You took a bus – and I know how much you hate bus travel – just to be there. And you called me right afterwards to tell me what a proud moment it was for you. For me too…Mother…it was a proud moment that you were there for me.
I’ve heard horror stories of mothers-in law. Indeed saans bahu quarrels are legendary and our TV soaps thrive on them. Friends tell me their mother in law is too dominating. Some others complain that she interferes in all personal matters. There are mothers in law simply cannot let go of their son. For many a daughter in law is always a third person. An outsider. She cannot be as precious as the daughter of the home...
And all this makes me wonder… what I did to have you in my life? Was it some good karma in the past? Is it my own mother’s prayers? Or am I just plain lucky? These are moments that make me feel that there is a guardian angel above us all…
Mother (and no I cannot think of you as mother-in-law) today on your birthday, I dedicate this – my 100th DP to you. Thank you mom for always being there. For being my mother and so much more. May no evil eye fall upon us. May we always share this love and this bonding. Because mother, like you there is no other.
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