Sunday, May 8, 2011

I think I used to be more expressive once upon a time..

.. And those were times when I used to write a poem for Ma on Mothers' Day. But through the thicks and thins, through the hour long phone calls, through the teenage angst and confusion, through the responsibility of being a wife and daughter in law, through the small joys of small success, frustration of things not working out the way I wanted them to, and the sheer euphoria that I seem to live in on most days, through the mutton curry, oats and sprouts, Ma, there is nothing you don't know anymore. There has not been a day when your voice of reason has not seen me through the small obstacles and everyday cheer. You know I love you. Saying it makes it sound less important than it really is to me, this bond I have with you. I may not write a poem for you today, I don't seem to know how to. But you, Ma, are my rockstar.


Tulika Verma said...

echo the feeling! lovely post :)

Moonshine said...

I used to sing my mom a song eons ago!!!!! :)

S said...

That picture is soooo cute!
It is amusing how all mothers are just sooooo similar :)

Tamanna said...

Tulika, thank you!

Moonshine, :)

S, thank you! And they are, aren't they? :)

The Soul of Alec Smart said...

What a cute picture.. don't know how I missed this post when it came up :)