To me, she is – God, that’s why I pray; Air, that’s why I breathe; Water, that’s why I drink; Fire, that’s why I light lamps; in short, she is everything. She cannot be written in words, not even be defined by language, or be equalled to holy books.
She is my Amma. You know, I am born lucky in this world not because of ‘who am I’ at this moment but because of ‘who I am’ when I was in her womb. Her first kiss on my forehead was the one moment I can never forget in my life. Her caress on my head when I am dull and her care when I am ill can never be equalled. The pleasant music ever composed is the sweet lullaby of hers. The first sweet word I spoke was ‘Amma’ and it is the sweetest word I’ve ever uttered in my life. The first time I fell when tried to walk was the first time I saw tears in her eyes, I felt the pain not because of falling down but because of her tears. The first and best kindergarten rhyme I ever heard was the one rhymed by her when I ate at night with the moon. The first ‘A’ learnt was taught by her, the first hundred scored in mathematics, the first Tamil poem I wrote, was because of her and the list goes on!
Whatever I had done till now and whatever I will do hereafter are all because of her! She is always the pillar of my life. I live for her, and more than anyone else in the world, I love her the most. I will never able to end this write-up though I write billion words about her because ‘I am her son’.
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