She had a bad toothache and the right side of her face was swollen because of that. Her knee pain was intensified by the coldest winter this year. I was leaving home, back to the city of my job. She was standing in the balcony to see me off. I called for a cycle-rickshaw. Once boarded, I looked up. She was smiling. She waved her hand to me and the rickshaw-puller drove away. I waved back and I wondered – of what stuff mothers are made?
Friday, February 8, 2008
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Mothers are the stuff heaven are made off, they say search for the god...go to the temple...get spiritual....,I say just look at your Mother.
Yes she is a Human being , have her own faults, but when she is acting as a mother , i dont find any one as selfless as her..
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hats off my freind
A.W.E.some is D WORD...
AGAM (Lost n Found Stuff ;-))
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