To all the warriors who fight every single day and night to make their children's future bright. To every women who hold spread so much love and are the major pillar of family. To all the womens who make house a beautiful home. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY. May Almighty bless you in this life as well as Afterlife. Ameen.
I want to know the colour of mom's sacrifice. Is it Baby Pink when I was in her womb and she worked all day long carrying me without letting a sigh come out. Is it Grey when she sobs in corner when none listens that she burnt her fingers while applying butter on rotis. Or is it yellow when she didn't go outside just because it'd be so late to return home and who else would help her out in daily chores.
My mother is the love who waits on the balcony everytime I return home lately. She is the cool breeze in crisp summer afternoons who rest over my cheeks and wipe those sweat buds. She could be the wrinkles on forehead everytime when I feel sick or disheartened or she could be peace when the world looks haphazard. Her lap is art that not only writes my pain but reads it too. She is the concern wrapped in cocoons of scolds and restlessness. My mom is the saree of silk that I drape to look beautiful and she is the colour of my lipstick that can turn my fake smiles into rainbows looking happy. She is the apology on my fathers lips everytime he forgot to bring Jalebi and Gajra for her. Her pallu looks like a million wars coming to end at night and narrating bedtime stories everytime I sleep beside her. She is the playlist of songs that enchant our home and spiritualism of my grandmother who is tired of living this life.