The lady and the man who love me

May 25, 2011 at 5:00 pm | Posted in Mummy, Papa, Parenting | 10 Comments

I do not know why I am writing this today. Today is no mother’s day or father’s day nor its their birthday. Nothing special happened today. Its just one of my usual working days.

Still suddenly I found myself thinking of those eyes. Eyes of my mom , when she saw me in my wedding attire. She held my cheeks and said that I look beautiful. But her eyes said much more. My mother , who never expresses her emotions in words. We have never heard her saying that she loves us or that she is worried about us. We have seen her like this forever and so we don’t really mind it. But that day , I saw a pair of eyes full of emotions , happiness and satisfaction.

Also that day I noticed someone who looked more beautiful than the bride. Yeah , my mom. She looked really pretty at my wedding. She got lots of compliments too. She attributed it to her makeup and hair do. Since she never goes to parlour , she said that the change made her look different and pretty. I don’t agree , she looked beautiful for she was happy, may be happier than the bride.

Thinking about those eyes , I also remembered about a man , who told me that he is blessed that he has a daughter like me. I just could not believe my ears. I have given him enough troubles. I would have disowned a daughter like myself perhaps , I thought. Still this man says he is blessed ??

What did God make parents off ? Will I be so giving/forgiving ever ? Can I be a good parent ?

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I hate most..

February 22, 2010 at 12:04 pm | Posted in Dad, Mom, Mummy, Papa | Comments Off on I hate most..

the inability to be with my parents when I should be, even though I know they will be just fine even if I am not there , thanks to my brother.

And the inability to justify the above , to MYSELF.

P.S : All is well at home thankfully, I have disabled comments on this post.

Worst on the mother’s day can be

May 11, 2009 at 10:57 am | Posted in Mom, Mothers Day, Mummy, Rant, Talks about Aryan | 11 Comments

…to know that your mom is in hospital and you cannot go.
…to know that she will have a surgery (minor it may be) the next day and you won’t be around.
…And to have your bratty little kid around (in his terrible Twos) and you close your day with a big speech to him , on how he should be a good boy.
My Prayer on the next day to mother’s day is

God please grant some patience to me , lot of good health to my mom and little wisdom to my son !

 P.S : Mom fell down in bathroom and has got her wrist fractured and is undergoing an operation as I do this post.

P.P.S : Belated Happy Mother’s day to All!

When I think of friends…

July 11, 2008 at 7:01 am | Posted in Mummy, Papa, Poem, Sunday scribbling | 19 Comments

When I think of friends,
And of the oldest
Can’t think beyond two, the best.

The ones who have seen me grow,
And have stood by me in the highs and lows,

The ones who have spent those sleep less nights,
To see smile all the while,

The ones whom I have let down a thousand times,
But who say I am wonderful and nice.

The ones whom I told my deepest fears,
And the ones whom I will think of when death is near,

Do I have to say , who are they ?
I think you know and so do they.

Thanks Mummy and Papa.

P.S : I saw oldest friend on Sunday scribblings. I thought of all my friends who have been with me for long. I thought my husband , who has been by my side for 3 years. But then when you say oldest , by age or by time ..no one else qualifies 🙂

Thanks for bearing with my horribe poetry 😉

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