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The Epitome of Love

It’s so hard to know that there is someone who will never give up on you, who you can always depend upon and who will take whatever it takes to make your life abundant. In this inhumane world, there’s a soul so generous, so lovable that burns only to emit light to your life. She is an extraordinary friend, a counselor. Her love, wisdom and practical advises are indispensable. Reminisce the quarrels you had with her. Your incensed words had lamented her soul. She had cried in the corner of the room, hiding the pearls from her eyes, but she stayed reticent and didn't vindicate you. This woman is an epitome of affection and care. There were times that you left that concerned soul unheard. Her caring call wasn't paid heed. She packed her aspirations in an old box and has dedicated her life to see you reach the zenith. She celebrated your birthdays with great pomp and show, had planned for the evening a fortnight ago. All this for that one thank you she received at the end of the day. These words meant a lot to this feeble yet strong heart. The very thought of buying her favorite saree fascinated her, and then you demanded for a play station- she neglected the saree and bought you the play station with a wide grin on her pretty face. The sacrifices this lady might have made for you are inexplicable. Those oodles of mistakes have been forgiven and forgotten with an impeccable calm and poise. Her once tedious lectures, I realize today, were lessons that have helped me cross the Rubicon. She stood there battling her inner demons, but never let us know what might have disturbed this woman. She is your mother.
Take time to expiate for all the hassle that your mother has been through. Hug her, shed a few tears in her bosom, express the love, and thank her for the suffering, anguish, torment, grief and solicitude she has gone through to see her child reach the pinnacle. Her hair turned white satiating your hunger. Share her pains today, her unfulfilled desires, and I say even if you succeed to fulfill a single wish of hers, your life will be complete and all the debts paid off.

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