Priyency Yadav, XI A
I don’t know why but my mother is always a good predictor. “It’s going to rain tomorrow”, she says and it definitely rains the next day. Science fails in front of her. She always gives me an alert notification to carry this and that. At times, she herself actively packs my bag. Whenever it’s a ceremony or special day, she forgets to do her two hours long puja but she never forgets to give me a spoon full of curd before I leave.
She once said that few people enter our life to teach us that not everyone who extends a helping hand has their heart in the right place.
Her words, messages and predictions are going to break my heart someday. But I always crave to listen.
She wears the same sari, in every Mother’s Day which I once gifted her saving my pocket money. Whether I am there or not to comment or compliment her, she always looks gorgeous and is the prettiest in my eyes. Her love and care is the tapestry that actually decorates my heart. She smiles so beautifully that it melts my and father’s heart. But in the corner of my heart, I wonder, ‘how much pain lives within her, while making us stronger each day.
Love you mumma….