Mother - the real 'root'
Yesterday, when I was returning from office, I got a call from an unknown number. As I picked up the call, the voice on the other side said "Ammayaanu.." ("It's mom here.."). I knew by reflex that it was not my mother. Soon she realized the goofup and cut the call. What is worth mentioning here is that the warmth and confidence of the voice at the other end was magnetic. I wanted to hang on to the call, though inside I was thinking "what the heck is my business now"..When a mother talks to her child, there is more to it than the words and the ideas exchanged.
I am thinking of my mother now. An incredibly strong woman - strong enough to have raised us single-handedly (my father worked at a place far away and used to visit us once in a month at best), strong enough to send me to a residential school when I was only 12 and to have resisted some of those "good advices" that she got right after. I have always wondered where she picked up her economics from - 'cause she ran a family with a middle class income yet kept our wishlists the shortest she could. I remember, she was crystal clear to us on her constraints and her expectations.
No wonder I had an easy time deciding on my priorities. It was easy taking some of those good decisions I am still proud of. And some of the better ones which I still regret very often.
My mother is happy and is two years younger since I have started working. Going forward, I know, I will have a hard time convicing her on what I believe in. And when I win the argument, I am going to make sure my mother wins as well.
posted by ദീപക് -:-Deepak @ 12:52 AM
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