The simplest things in life are the ones that need to be cherished...like memories..like mothers...It's my Mom's birthday at the end of this month, and it comes once in four years. I always wanted to buy her diamonds, but my financial condition is so bad that I can't buy her anything at all. So I've decided to write her a letter, a long one...to tell her how muchI was always in awe of her as a child.
She, the most beautiful, most kindest mother that one could have. Her food was always better than anyone else's, so was her style and her grace. My friends in school always looked in envy at my gorgeous mother with her short hair and sexy frocks. They begged to exchange tiffins with me. So I gave up three layered sandwiches and au gratin for someone's poha or chakli. She got us flowers everyday, and books from her office library which got us raps from Papa because they were read at the dinner table, also left in loos. I always say I owe who I am to a perfect mother and a genius of a father whose intelligence I hope I have inherited at least 25 per cent.
Somewhere just like I've forgotten who I used to be, so has she, and who better than her daughter to remind her of how wonderful she is....
As for memories, they're slowly trickling back, and this time I'm welcoming them with open grey cells. Maybe I should postpone that first trip to the shrink for a while.
I think my mother's hug should suffice.
P.S: And to my angel of a sister, don't worry, your happy, funny, caring sister that you think you've lost will try to be back. She promises you that.