Today, I’m going to write about a person who’s the artist of my footsteps, the ‘Aap’ to my conversations while addressing someone, the reason I lower my gaze, out of respect for my elders and also the one who taught me when to raise them against any form of injustice and oppression.
‘Maa’ a word that that no dictionary in the world can define perfectly. She isn’t just a person to talk about. She’s a feeling, a beautiful one that just cannot be personified into words.
There might be people out there who’re ashamed of showing their scars and struggles but you, mama are the reason because of whom I feel proud of speaking them out.
Yes, I have lived a perfect life but that’s only because you protected me against all the storms and hurdles which came our way. From protecting me when I was just a mass of cells in your womb and nani wanted you to abort me, to selling your jewellery for my treatment when papa wasn’t in town and I was hospitalised. I owe you a lot Maa!
Whenever I find people praising Superheroes & Superwomen, I find myself lucky for not relying upon those fictional characters to keep my world alive. Because I’ve you Maa and you’re no less than a Super Lady to me, who filled my life with magic and glee. Just for my knowledge, do you’ve a magical wand like sonpari with which you fill all my imaginary wishes into reality?
To be honest, when I was kid, I thought you were just too harsh with me. I was just 2.5 years old when you sent me to School. The way you scolded me for not going to school or scoring less marks in a test, sometimes made me wonder, which dustbin was I picked from? I still remember how I used to sleep in the classroom and Ali Mohd Sir, our Principal always carried me to his office and made me sleep on his sofa. “So kind of him”
But now I realise the true value of those lessons you taught me. I surely wouldn’t have become the person I’m today without your strategically beautiful upbringing.
Apart from that, I always wanted to spend some more time with my family but I didn’t have the audacity to say it then because of the apprehension my heart was filled with. I know this very well that you & papa have always given me the best life possible & I’ll forever be grateful for that. But you remember how I used to sing that song, ‘Papa jaldi aajana saath samandar paar ke’ over the phone and then run away? They weren’t just words to me. I really wanted us to be together like all my other cousins and friends. But at the same time, I do realise how important it was for us to stay apart back then, to live the life we’re cherishing today. Even then Maa, the way you held our family together and managed to be a flawless mother, an Ideal Teacher and an even more perfect home maker all together is commendable.
I remember how you used to get phone calls from home when you were at work and you still managed to be at both places at the same time. Why didn’t you ever complain Maa? Growing up and realising all that you’ve done for us really makes me perplexed and wonder as to which special material did God use while creating you. Whatever it is. I’m sure It must something ‘stronger than Iron, yet softer than cotton.’
I won’t take much of your time reading this, I know you’ve a lot of work left in the Kitchen. So Lets make this short and sweet…
Dear Maa,
Its been 22 years since you brought me to this world and the best thing I’ve been blessed with so far is being your daughter. Happy Birthday prettiest Lady!
‘Aapke bina sab La-hasil hai
Aapke saath sab muqamal’
My words won’t do justice to describe the masterly perfect personality of yours. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me and remember that I love you for who you’re!
Love,
Your not so perfect daughter
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