Mom gets worried about very small things . I guess this is the effect that time spent lonely has on people growing up and touching seniority. For example yesterday night she wole up with the slightest of the sounds. I tried calming her . What goes on inside her head I do not have a very clear idea but I guess she feels sad for the things that she could have done or about the life she could have lived.
Mummy is one of the three greatest persons I have known in my life till no (the other two being Baba and Chotu). Is it in our innate nature to appreciate the ones who we feel closest to or is it that they are truly great that I admire them? Well for now all I can say is that I do not care which of the factors makes me feel this way but I am very definite about his. No matter how much I think about this and write I just cannot stop feeling overwhelmed with her love. Love infinite. Love with no bounds. Love with no expectations. Love the way god created love. Love that makes a partial atheist(please do not confuse my state of being an atheist as a god hater , it is just the way that I have not yet experienced the moment that changed my thinking and made me start believing in Him) lime me believe that there is a supreme being who's presence purifies everything. Mother how can I ever say that you have loved me so much that no matter what I do I cannot return it back but I feel that the way I think about this , that she is something back from me is in itself fallacious and foolish on my part. She never wanted anything but to give me love. Oh mother, I love you more than anything.
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