Mother

My chest swells with pride as i think about my mother. The unconditional love and care that I receive is spellbinding that of a feeling which will remain forever. Half German and half Indian. A short lady, fair complexioned with a bob hair cut and tinted hues of burgundy red complementing her persona. Having a quaint sense of humor and adorns a benign smile behind which lies an entity of humorous yet stern qualities. Yes my mother who reigns my pillar of  strength. A marvellous teacher in spoken English with much wit to her spontaneity with speech describes her best. She is an independent, self sufficient lady who shares her rooftop with none but herself.
She has been one patient mom who has been surfing the tides of milestones to adolescence with us and not that she was protective but, watchful while maneuvering us through the right path. I recall mom saying, 'never lie to your parents instead concede to the facts so that your parents can guide you'. Now I seem to be repeating history. All the milestones my mom took us through but seldom did we realise her selfless love , kind gestures , those repeated sentences which she believed would hit us one fine day. Better late than never! Yes it did. Thus I find  myself reiterating the same with much expectation but in vain . Is this  going to be tough for moms like us? I guess i am left with to stew my own juice! which assuages my mom's despair, this being one reassuring factor for her. Blimey!

Then comes a time where we alternate places and I now sit by her side doing what she did, recapturing every moment. Now I feel completely connected, a bond that seems complete. The juxtaposition of a mother and daughter relationship much fussed upon is a deluding fib. I will finally be alternating places with my mom where in, I shall bestow upon her a magical leisure assortment package with a garuntee of a lifetime.