Amma. What do I write about you. Less words can't describe you. Three years in the heaven in God's abode..Happy Birthday Amma. This is the day you passed away from this world, for others. For me, It's the birthday of your pure soul which decided to move on. So I will celebrate this day the way you would like me, acha and Ponnu to be happy.
In this three years I have known your strong presence with me. Your touch, your smell and your voice.
I rarely used to cook and get into the kitchen. Remember Amma? Was such a lazy brat. The last three years you trained me in the kitchen. Stood beside me. All those recipes which i have never bothered to ask you about, all those cooking tips which you have not even shared with anyone. Even the slightest of things. My father surprisingly says "you exactly cook like your mom" !!
I have made sure your husband , my dear father eats food on time like how you used to serve him. I made sure that your grand child gets the best of everything. In fact I am you. I have become Yourself Amma. I have transformed. My hands looks exactly like yours. In these last three years, you have loved me more than the love you gave me in the 34 years of my birth when you were here. How could I explain?
Did these very less words explain everything what I wanted to blurt out? No I guess. I am too excited to write. I am so happy Amma.
I love you so much. I promise you..I will celebrate this day. ...
// written on her 3rd death anniversary 8th Jan 2019//
In this three years I have known your strong presence with me. Your touch, your smell and your voice.
I rarely used to cook and get into the kitchen. Remember Amma? Was such a lazy brat. The last three years you trained me in the kitchen. Stood beside me. All those recipes which i have never bothered to ask you about, all those cooking tips which you have not even shared with anyone. Even the slightest of things. My father surprisingly says "you exactly cook like your mom" !!
I have made sure your husband , my dear father eats food on time like how you used to serve him. I made sure that your grand child gets the best of everything. In fact I am you. I have become Yourself Amma. I have transformed. My hands looks exactly like yours. In these last three years, you have loved me more than the love you gave me in the 34 years of my birth when you were here. How could I explain?
Did these very less words explain everything what I wanted to blurt out? No I guess. I am too excited to write. I am so happy Amma.
I love you so much. I promise you..I will celebrate this day. ...
// written on her 3rd death anniversary 8th Jan 2019//
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