In my previous posts, I have written about how much I miss my dad (BABA) who is no more. I have also written about my would-be wife Kuhu, who is as precious to me as God’s Gift. However, for some time now, I also wanted to write something about the woman who has carried my weight for 9 months in her womb, who has given me life, who has brought me up with immense love, care, friendship and blessing, who has encouraged me time and again to put in that extra effort in life, and who has given me the freedom to express myself completely in front of her. Today, as I write my 25th post for my blog, I dedicate this special little occasion to that special lady. She is MY MOM.
As a young woman, she was always extremely beautiful, and her beauty was that much augmented by her politeness, softness, caring attitude and personality. Even now, at 56, when she decks up for parties or other gatherings, she looks amazing. Being a dutiful and responsible daughter-in-law in our family, she has always held relationships together with her maturity and gravity. She was an outstanding wife, and has always been a caring mother too. My maternal uncle (MAMU) always tells me that amongst all his sisters, my mom was the most caring, and she has exhibited this attribute throughout her life. We have been the beneficiaries to her love and affection.
She has been a pillar of strength throughout her life. Even after dad passed away, she was very steady in front of baba’s body. However, she could not hold back her tears when she saw me enter the room on that dreaded day, after I reached home all the way from Bangalore. She actually cried one month later when I had brought her along to my house in Bangalore. She has always taught us to be tough and positive, not to carp and mope about setbacks in life, to be humble in success, to be polite and respect people even if they are inferior in stature to us. Without Maa’s upbringing, I would not have become the human being that I am today. I do not proclaim that I am as good and as polite as she is, but whatever goodness I possess has to be attributed to her.
Since I have left Kolkata, I have always called her twice a day, and longed to hear her voice saying “Maa go, bolo..” which in Bengali means “Tell me, sweet little son..” Apart from being a very good friend, she has always been a source of strength for me and I have the courage to discuss almost anything with her. I still remember those days when we used to chat and chirp away like college mates, late into the night, after everybody fell asleep in our house. Those were the times when my innermost feelings, my anxieties and my doubts got elicited in front of my best friend. She has always been, and right now along with Kuhu, she is the most important lady in my life.
Finally I would like to say that:
“Maa, I do not have the right words to describe my feelings towards you in just a few paragraphs. I have always given my best efforts in life to make you proud, to bring a smile to your face. Sometimes I have succeeded, sometimes I have failed and I know that you would forgive me for those blemishes. After all I am your sweet little Butu. I know that you would always shower me with your love and blessings and help me to bring more honour to you and baba. I miss you and I love you a lot!!”
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