I must be just a sentence in everyone’s life. but a beautiful phase in my mother’s story, genuinely this gives me a touching glory.
Some 17 years back for the first time I cried and you smiled. That was the only day where I shedded tears and your face was full of happy layers.
Satisfyingly living on this bewitching earth with all my worth, just because you are the reason behind my birth.
Ma, you perpetually keep me enlightening with all of your grace and say education is a journey and not a race. And always leave me free to perceive my own space.
Ma, you always agreed with my constructive choice in which you never raised your voice, Instead we had a best conversation, which progressed my motivation.
I was never raised as a girl child but just as a child by you mumma, so that I promise I’ll never be your mental trauma.
All the time you kept me aware of the things which I see. Though I am a tree of your seed, but you never sowed your thoughts in me and let me fly free.
You never let my childhood fly in the ointment. Instead it is filled with all the mesmerizing moments. I was never entangled in any traditional nuisance but you didn’t even hide the things behind the mirror of translucence.
Journey from catching your hand while walking in the garden to catching the ball while Fielding on the ground will always remain golden.
Ma, you never worried what will your child become tomorrow but you always remembered she is something today I hope you’ll always stay with us, In the journey of life’s bus.
Lager Than The Life 