I am almost certain my first word was Maa, Mum or some variation of the same. Nothing special right?
She is always there. And in a crux, those four words pretty much tell you all you need to know about her. *She is always there.*
She has seen it all. Beside me, next to me. She would read me stories when I was a wee little boy. Sindbad the Sailor and other stories from the Arabian nights. I got the habit of reading from her, the greatest gift of my life.
I am prone to migraines. She is always there. Medication helps, but she has spent countless sleepless nights as I screamed my guts out, begging for the pain to stop. And eventually it did stop. I would like to think that her constant presence had something to do with it.
I am not much of a food person. But she makes the most delicious omlettes and gulab jamuns of anyone I know. Oh, and chocolate cakes too. And I adore chocolate cake.
Today, it rained in the afternoon. A veritable storm. And I stood on my balcony, watching the grey skies. Reflected on what she has done for me. She's done a lot. And she's tired. But the love in her face and the warmth in her touch will never fade.