This is about my mommy. Well, she is genuinely a home goddess. Her house is everything for her. Her life only began with having a small house with children. She carried the baby in her womb for nine months. That baby is me. This is beautiful, indeed, carrying a life inside you!
Like the womb, she covered me with a protective layer for a long time.
It’s been a long time, and I tell her I must come out of you now.
Well, I had a moment in which I felt I am in her, and she is in me.
We do carry an inseparable bond. Though I always say, I am me unique me; you are unique you.
I call my mom vanilla ice cream as she is white and pure.
She eats the icecream too.
I was a silent baby. Eat and sleep, sleep and eat was my pattern. By looking at my pictured as a newly born, I came out as a full prep made-up doll. My hair was all curly. I still have those wave now.
My mom is very closed and does not want to open. Yet, I am a total reverse with my hands wide open.
Also, my mom is a cleanliness freak.
Flowers are her pet design. The bedsheet to her Kurti all is printed in colours. She is vibrant, sparky and chirpy.
She does radiate positive energy. Well, I scan the aura of people…
I can be with her and let my heart open.
She is a family manager and a powerful soul who invites the problems of others. She is sensitive, though and as fragile as a flower. She needs to be taken care of very gently.
She calls me the silly, billy and untidy shaggy.
My mother and my recipes are the golden Magicka.
As a child, I was quiet clinging to my mom.
Shagu, Shagiyana- My mom used to sing in a rhythm tone.
She still curates her songs while singing, cleaning and bathing.
It is the code language that only me and my mo can relate to.
Well, this letter is my self journal too. Going back to my childhood opens up a lot of factors. As a child, I was innocent and did not what I was doing. The child’s every reaction has a counter effect on what the parent reflect. Well, I do look upon my mom as a friend. The most important thing is I feel home with her and feel safe. With a little wink and a smile, she goes on and on with her work.
Like my mom, she is also my teacher who used to solve my complex heavy books into simple notes.
She is my best awakener. Shagun, pull off the leads. Get up; it is time to study. Shagun, office ka Kam! Shagun bath…
These little small things are uncountable and unmeasurable.
Well, I still ring that phone to my mom. The good morning to the excellent night is never-ending.
When I fall, or I feel low, I always cover myself under my hen. The hen is my mom, and the egg is me.
A deep thank you for everything.
Being tired, being happy and Being sad, but never losing on her goal of house maintenance.
The mom and me endless shopping dairies never end.
The whistling and shenanigans of my mom are great memories to record.
Well, I was a very silent baby and did not jump much inside the womb. The special place I carried was in my mom ‘s heart in her arms.
The last lines I hear from my mommy is about ” Let life go on and see where it shapes you”!
Ok Bye! I need to complete my work now…