What a wonderful world!

My Righting is getting Bedder

"Mom, I love you", is something I hardly said to my mother. Being the youngest of six siblings, I was always surrounded with love and care. Since childhood, she seldom shouted at me, never punished me for being naughty. She always has the courage to fight with the whole world just for me.

My mother got married at a very early age almost fifty years back. Being a teenage wife, life was not really easy for her. Living at a remote rural area back in the late 60's, one had to fight with even the simplest things. Despite having an academic background of just high school, mom used to learn valuable lessons mainly from daily life. Fortunately, she always had her mother-in-laws support, which is not really common here, even today. There's always a thin fight between daughter in law, and mother in law.

Thread and needle seemed to be her passion. Everyone admired her crochet works and embroidery. She was, and still is, an excellent cook. Unfortunately, she seldom lets me enter the kitchen, though my sisters inherited both her needle and culinary skills.

Despite being simple, Mom loves to dress up in a suitable, yet trendy way. She's short, but she can still walk at a great speed even after crossing 50. She's always encouraging all five of us to be independent, which is why my eldest sister earns a handsome amount every month to run the family. If my mother wished, she could have tied my sisters in holly matrimony years ago. In our society, financial independence is very important for women.

"You're a little different from others, don't let that turn you down, strive forward, in your own way." One piece of advice my mom always has in stock for me. She was the one who got me admitted to an English medium school, back in the early 90's when our family was not in a position to afford the expenses. Still, she told me I'd be in English medium all throughout my life, which I was, thankfully.

I still remember going to art and music classes with her as a child, which developed my creative side. Back then, such extra skills were considered as a squander of money, especially for challenged children. Parents liked to keep their children buried in academic books instead.

Still today, even after growing into a complete adult, I'm her little girl. She walks all the way to my office ignoring the scorching rays of the summer sun, just to give me lunch. She'd spend hours on the prayer mat if I fell ill. She'd go all around the capital city just to find the best things for me. To be very honest, I'd always like to be the child in her eyes. Love you Mom.