I wouldnt make any claim that she was the best mother in the world because thats a cliche, and wouldnt do justice to the other ladies I have interacted with in my life. But she had her own individuality, her own style of expressing her love and worries for us and taking care of us. She was a beautiful female; with small childlike feet and hands, fair colour, flowing luminous hair, thoughful and considerate eyes and a very soothing touch. Would I consider her my mother just because she gave me birth! While thats an arduous task on its own, I value her more for giving me a new life countless number of times, by spending sleepless nights whenever I had those 104 degree fevers which are practically life-taking be it the chickenpox, or typhoids which she miraculously cured by keeping pattis over my head and washing my hair at wee hours of night.
She was a well educated but simple female, having earned her degrees in BSc and BEd and spent on us kids. I still remember her guiding my hand through cursive writings, making me recite English poems and checking punctuations and spellings with utmost perfection. All this, and she went about her daily chores of cleaning, cooking meals for us, sleeping in the afternoon, gardening very religiously. There was magic in her touch, be it the homemade pickles or the bushes and plants for various vegetables and fruits which bloomed in our garden. She painstakingly sowed the seeds for each one of them and then watered them asif they were her extended self.
She took good care of us, in every aspect of life, be it education or grooming otherwise. I wish her all the best in her onward journey in the circle of life....
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