Paru.
“Men are what their mothers made them.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson
A Javaphile, a Phytophile, a Cinephile, the father that I am today, she is the biggest influence.
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She gave me birth during difficult times; raised me under testing phase of life; ran the extra mile, each day of life; gave me, and still gives me unconditional love, every single hour; ensured that I was never hungry, whole of my life; She waits/ prays for my safe return — first kilometer to the last, each road trip of mine; hugs and kisses me, each day; feeds from her hands at times, even today; saves up money and funds my road trips, buys me coffee beans or equipment; transforms into a nurse when I fall sick; worries about my future/ well-being, constantly; regrets about my shortcomings, failures(the marriage included); holds my hands — cries, laughs at times, too; appreciates my pictures, posts; secretly keeps tab on the women in life; and more.
She is no less than a tigress in the wild. She fought, she survived. She protected her son, too.
Thanks for being my mother, Paru. Grateful. Gratitude.
Joyful birthday, Amma. I love you. I truly do. Proud of you. And will always be.
