maa.

'you will be happy.'  These were her words that came along her good-bye. With a tear drop, ofcourse.

Everything begins with her. Everything. Your existence. Your Life. Your words. Your love.  And, 'you'.
Yes, this one is for the 'mother'.

It's strange how you can read my mind. How can the same sad face tell you if it was because of the favorite pen i lost, the dress i skipped to buy, or if it was the heart which was broken. Do you have that magic wand on your shelf, or the crystal-ball under your bed?

'How do i look?'.
'Obviously pretty.'
So, the Quest : Why always the same answer (often deceptive), maa? No excuses please! Your lie made me wear a fluorescent orange dress when i was 4. Well, now you know, that i understand.

Confessions- yes, i broke your favorite crockery  and not the maid. I hid my sister's (mamun) watch, and that's how it was lost. Not her fault. I hid my Hindi answer-script when i flunked, and..a lot more. But yes, i know that you already know these. You were the perfect actress.

Now, when i have grown up to be a lady, i am so proud that it was your womb where i found my existence. Every word of yours made me the strong person i am today. You taught me how to love, and be loved.
You taught me what priorities are all about. You helped me mend my broken heart. You helped me to weave back the shattered dreams. You made me who i am.
Thank you for being the best friend. Thank you for your support.

I know that it was hard bringing me up, but i know you did all you could. You smiled when i kicked. You sang when i cried. You were patient when i talked endlessly. For all the sleepless nights, you had for me- bohut morom maa. ('love to you maa').

Today i am missing you too much. But your thoughts made me strong again.

with love, meeky.