She wakes up late. So late that I can never count on her as my human alarm-clock whenever I have an early morning to deal with. Instead it's me who is assigned with the task of setting her phone alarm(and pour a bucketful of water on her if necessary) whenever she has to wake up early.
She has the annoying habit of forgetting the deadline for the payment of phone and electricity bills. So in fear of our happy lives being plunged into darkness devoid of any means of communication with the outside world (read telephone) I have taken the responsibility of remembering such important 'last dates'.
She is a brilliant cook-a fact I have to admit to. But unfortunately enough sometimes she brilliantly ends up adding too much salt in certain dishes which would have otherwise tasted like heaven.
Her Hindi is terrible to the point where it sounds unintelligible and incoherent. So whenever she is faced with the prospect of conversing with a hindi-speaking bank employee about some credit card she promptly thrusts the phone into my hands with a sheepish grin on her face.
But strangely enough this slightly clumsy person also ends up sounding like the wisest sage one would ever hope to come across in their lives.
Whenever I start losing faith in people around me she is the one who gives me the strength to 'hold on tight' and says 'Anything is possible if you believe.'
Even though I used to resent her a bit at the time I was going through my 'rebellious teen phase' I'm thankful for the things that she did to show me the right way.
No matter how hard I try I just can't keep secrets from her. Everything just comes tumbling out of my mouth the minute I start talking to her.
I understand why though. She is a friend who knows me inside out. She can always invariably sense what's on my mind even when I stay dead silent.
She can never bring herself to say 'no'-be it to the newspaper boy or the milkman or a distant relative asking for a favor. Being blessed with a generous heart has its own share of disadvantages.
And yet if the situation demands she acts out of conviction to say the loudest 'no' if something wrong is being done.
I often doubted the fact that we'll ever make it through during those sad years when we were mourning the loss of someone utterly precious and vital to our existence.
Yet we did. All thanks to her who never fails to amaze me with her perseverance and determination to overcome difficulties in life.
It's only because of her that I'm who I'm today. It's only because of her that I find the courage to defy norms, follow my heart and be myself.
My best friend. My confidante. My inspiration. My reason to move forward in life even when I'm afraid of that which lies ahead. The centre of my universe-my mother.
Whenever she breaks into a random Rabindrasangeet verse while staring out the window or in the kitchen I pause in my work to listen and pray to God so that I can always be by her side like this.
I don't know what the future holds for me. I don't know what the future holds for you.
But I hope that one day I can climb onto a stage, made just for me, and make you proud. And let the whole world know how you have been the best mother and father a child can ever hope to have. How you sacrificed your career just for the sake of a 3 year-old who hated to come back to an empty apartment from school. How you've been the only one to tolerate my incessant ramblings about college and friends or books I read and movies I watch. How you've never forced any of your decisions on me but merely helped me to make the right one myself. How I have always looked up to you as my role-model....as the person I admire most.
So on this Mother's Day I take the opportunity of thanking you for everything. For endowing me with the wonderful gift of life and for showing me how to make the most of it.
A Happy Mother's Day to you mom! I love you.
P.S: I had intended to write this post on a Mother's day for a long time...but couldn't do so primarily because I usually have my exams during the month of May every year. But thanks to a Blogadda contest I finally found the motivation to write and publish something this year. Although words will always fail to describe the special bond shared between a mother and child.