Amma, Ammu, Ammi, Maa, Mom, Mummy :-)

Address her in "any" colloquial adjective..she will respond the same way. Be it Biologically or socially she seems to be perfecting any human role. Life began with opening my eyes and loving my mother's face. Of course i can't remember her expression when i first saw her with my little eyes. But i can lovingly memorize every expression of her's after i overcame what the scientists call the "infantile amnesia". I can't write hard enough to justify how great my mother's love was for me but i can only feel miserable when i am 3000 miles away from her :-(
She loved me at those times when i thought i was least deserved to be loved. I will never forget my school days, when i held her as my shield against my teacher who made me stand on the bench in front of all my classmates, for just being a little more expressive than her in talks ;-) [I was named "chatterbox" of my class and as a punishment for the same promoted to be the Monitor of my class for 4 consecutive years]. Then came the teen days when i could share all my doubts, premonitions, apprehensions, intuitions, all sorts of feelings viz., funny, beautiful, scary, weird, sad, happy ONLY with Her. She would patiently listen till i finish and then ward it all off as something exactly congruent that happened to Her in Her teenage. She gave me advices that made me feel "wow..so it is all normal and i'm supposed to react more matured than my peers to these teenage gestures". I would get a gift for any occassion from my mother. I remember how my mother jumped in joy and announced to everyone around her when i got 1st Rank in my school. She was so proud of me. I was more than happy to see her happiness dance in joy. Truly she deserved my scholarship then. During my college days i started to refrain from telling her everything, as i thought i'm a big girl now. But very soon i came to know that i craved so much for her attention, advices, thoughts; i needed a best friend in my mom. I poured out to her about boys who liked me, who respected me as a very good friend, my teachers who praised me, my college activities: compering, throwball, painting, dumb-charades, fests, dance etc., my confrontations, my hurt feelings, my elated feelings and what not. Oh how i loved her when i saw her patiently listen to my impulsive reactions. She kissed and scolded me at the same time. I began to gain the confidence of drawing my life's targets; she helped me all the way.
I loved her so much and still why did i have to leave her abode of heaven :-( Marriage is so unfair to girls. Today when i clean my kitchen at my home, i remember how much my mother scolded me for keeping it dirty when i ventured out a new dish. When i fold clothes out of my US gadget a "dryer", i wonder how my mom could have only two hands and yet she kept the house spick & span, the clothes ironed and neatly arranged in our wardrobe, our books organized on our shelves, our music CD's, toys, jewellery, accessories all into a classified composition. She would cook my favourite sweet, my sister's favourite curry, my dad's favourite non-veg dish all in one day and yet smile while serving. I'm trying hard to imitate her because my secret desire is to be as adorable as her to my husband & kids ;-)
I am desperate to hear her voice everyday, but i can't afford the distance. I stop myself from calling her when i miss her because if she hears me cry, she will cry too. I secretly kiss her photo and clasp it to my bosom. I am so desperate for one hug from her, but i won't let her know that when i'm not in front of her eyes. I long to be fed by her; I long to sleep on her lap; i want her hand to gently & softly caress my hair locks; oh maa, i know that u miss me as much as i miss you :(
I remember her prayers, but more than that i want to honour the life she has poured into me.
I simply cannot forget my mother, her image is one of the deeply impressed in my heart. I don't want to forget to mention a note of "Thanks" so well deserved: For all the ways you have helped me grow i want to say i love you so much more.