One word Maa, Mom, Mummy, Amma, describes all love in this world. This is one relation most difficult to define, closest to heart and the oldest in our lifetime coz it starts even before you are born. Hence, I am not even going to try to express this relation - My Maa and me .This post is just the tip of the iceberg. The first word a child speaks is " Ma" and hers the first touch, he/she recognises. The feelings in the post may be shared with almost everybody reading it coz loving maa is not a right and privilege enjoyed just by me. We all love our mothers.
My Maa - My Strength , My Silent Pillar of Support, My Unending Source of Inspiration , My Biggest Supporter... Maa is Maa. She knows me the best but never lets it out that she has caught me lying, waiting for me to confess. My mother - the lady who is the rock of the whole family inspite of her soft and fragile appearance. My Maa - who would never let me rest when she knew I could achieve more, making those endless cups of tea, mouthwatering snacks, my favourite dishes and anything to ensure that my concentration never wavers. Meri Maa - would listen patiently when I would crib about people and let me vent out my frustrations and once over , would sweetly ask me- " This is the problem....now what is your solution to it" . During my school days she would read my books(she used to buy an extra set) when I was at school so that she could understand when I talked about school and help me with my homework. She was my first teacher and the best too. Whatever I am today , I owe it to her and Dad.
I remember those teenage years when I fought a lot with her over anything and everything. Each shopping trip would end up in a fight coz what I wanted she didn't like. Most of the things which she rejected but I still bought(Mere Papa the Great) ended up in the trunk after wearing it 1-2 times coz I actually didn't like them. Buying them was my show of rebellion to her discipline. And Maa knowing me well, knew the fate of those dresses. After one such trip, Maa made a habit of not allowing Dad and me to shop alone and takes away our wallets on shopping trips. Years have taught me a lot - now I blindly trust her decisions specially when shopping and never has it happened that I have regretted her decision. Infact she has a lot better and bolder choice than mine.
Maa and I are very different from each other , we aren't a filmi maa beti jodi - where the daughter is the "chayya" of her mother. Maa never wanted me to be like her, she wanted me to be like "ME" - different , unique , confident and happy. She is very patient and I want instant results. She gives people a lot of chances and I believe - do not give a person the second opportunity, to hurt you. She loves getting up early and I love late nights (all of them at home). She is an observer and I participate. She is a great cook and I am in learning phase. She is all white and I have shades of grey. But she loves me and I love her. (Actually I am a very lovable person). Her trust in me in unbelievable - even I do not trust myself that much - no amount of nonsense and story telling shakes her faith in her kids (but she isn't blind to our faults).
For My Maa - You have stood by me at my worst and stood aside when I was basking in the glory of my success. You have defended me like a tigress when someone questioned me and still stood silent when I shouted angrily in our fights. You have allowed me to go out with friends happily without questioning and been my companion when there was nobody. You have smiling borne my moods, nakhras and nautankis and still taught me to nurture relations.
You define Love, Maa. And I love You.
