I have been saying this every year on this day to you…although I always have felt that your birthday was the least celebrated among all of us…Even this year when I though of buying a nice birthday gift, you wouldnt allow me to buy anything more than a microwave plate..
It doesn’t make much sense to thank your mom just like that coz just a thanks doesn’t suffice the gratitude and love any child has..It looks very clichéd if I would say that you are the best mom in the world…I think every son or daughter feels the same..But I must thank you for these which I cant probably tell in your presence ..
For bringing us up sacrificing the best times of your life living frugally so that we had a home of our own by the time we grew up..
Learning trigonometry even though you were a English teacher.. so that you could teach me when my grades in math were abysmally low…You were as sleeply as me when I tried to learn it from you.
Teaching me how to cook so that I wouldn’t struggle when I stayed alone..I might have cribbed going to the kitchen back then..But I am simply loving it now..Appa insisted on washing our own plates and you used to grab it from my hands when I reached the kitchen..I realise how both of you loved us however differently it was..
Taking me to those painting competitions even though you were pretty tired most of the days after work..
Making bitter gourd fry for dinner although no one except me at home were really inclined to eating that..I felt special whenever you made that at home..
Taking me to for St Jude novena and instilling faith when I was probably sort of at crossroads in my life..I loved walking around St mary's church after that short prayer..Something which I would detest vehemently years before.
Teaching me its better to tell the truth than say another lie to cover up another…
For buying us whatever we asked for during that train trip to Karanja(Mumbai) when you got transferred..You probably were more sad than we to leave us back in Trivandrum…In the train ride back home I looked at my brother's face and we both knew how afraid we were thinking of you staying alone there..though we never said anything about it to each other..
I was 18 then but I felt really scared.
I admired you for visiting Binumon daily in the hospital and giving moral courage for his parents…You weren’t the typical hospital visitor who would drop by with a pack of apples…
For making my favourite chapatti aloo curry breakfast when it was much easier for you to buy a pack of elite bread and butter..and for serving the dinner before prayers whenever we were really hungry. Although Appa dint like it very much..
For not telling Appa that I was doing the crossword puzzle secretly though I was given strict orders not to open it before the exams..
I feel proud when I hear from old students in the school that you were one of the best teachers…Although you never taught me in school(though I dint want it for the awkwardness of being in such a class), I can understand why they say that…
I know you don’t do your medical check ups regularly because you think we will get upset knowing your fluctuating sugar levels…I knew you had to take care of us and Ammachi in spite of being a working woman and not in the best of health…I have made you upset several times esp when I was caught copying in school. .
Thank you for never hitting me when I was bad..
You woke up at 4 in the morning , made breakfast and lunch and reached school at 8 to continue the battle there..
I grin when you advise me to wear proper winter clothes whenever I go out..Old habits never die..isnt..However old the child gets a Mom cant help not being the Mom...
I probably cant say more because it doesn’t seem to end as I write..
happy birthday Amma..