When you were1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.You thanked her by crying all night long.
When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.You thanked her by running away when she called.
When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.
When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.You thanked her by coloring the dining table.
When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.You thanked her by plopping into the nearest.
When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school.You thanked her by screaming, “I’M NOT GOING”.
When you were 7 years old, she brought you a baseball.You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbor’s window.
When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice-cream.You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.
When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons.You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day from soccer to gymnastic to one birthday party after another.You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies.You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.
When you were 12 years old, she wanted you not to watch certain TV shows.You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.
When you were 13, she suggested a hair-cut.You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were 15, she came home from work, and looking for hug.You thanked her by having your bedroom door-locked.
When you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car.You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17, she was expecting an important call.You thanked her by being on the phone all night.
When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation.You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.
When you were 19, she paid for your college tuitions, drove you to campus carried your bags.You thanked her by saying “GOOD_BYE” outside the Dorm so you wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.You thanked her by saying “Mom, it’s just my business”.
When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future.You thanked her by saying “I don’t want”.
When you were 22, she hugged you at college graduation.You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.
When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your apartment.You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.
When you were 24, she met your fiancé and asked about the plans for the future.You thanked her by glaring and growling “Muuhh-Ther.. Please!”.
When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you.You thanked her by moving half way across the country.
When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby.You thanked her by telling “Things are different now”.
When you were 40, she called to remind you of a relative’s birthday.You thanked her by saying you were really busy right now.
When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.
And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.
If she’s still around, never forget to love her more than ever. And if she’s not, remember her unconditional love and pass it on.Always remember to love you Mother because you only have one Mother in your Life Time!!
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- Deepika Muthusamy is an author, an ‘outdoorsy’ person, and a fitness enthusiast. Her passion for exploring new places, staying active, and living a healthy lifestyle is evident in her writing. Her debut novel ‘Touch of Mist’ has been well-received by readers. The novel is a fictional love-story that explores the complexities of relationships and the power of love. She is a Software Techie by profession and began her career with the IBM. Her expertise in technology has allowed her to create compelling characters and plotlines. Deepika is also the co-founder of Bangalore Hikers and has organized several treks in and around Bangalore. Her experiences while traveling have provided inspiration for her writing and have helped her to create vivid, immersive settings for her articles. Apart from her outdoor adventures, Deepika is also a fitness enthusiast. She has been participating in the TCS 10K Bangalore run, Coimbatore Marathon, and Pinkathon 10K run since 2012. Her commitment to fitness and a healthy lifestyle is reflected in her writing, as she often incorporates themes of physical activity and wellness into her novels.
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Reena was all set to swallow the entire bottle of tranquilizers not to just drown her sorrows, but to END her life. She took out her high-end cell phone and scrolled down through her contacts in search of any possible guidance. As it was already 2:00 a.m. she was hesitant to seek out help at this late hour. She stood near the window and gaped at the electrified snaky road which seemed to beckon her towards heaven – the ultimate peace. But, on second thought, it seemed as hollow and dark like her life. She dragged herself inside her master bed-room, slid open the wardrobe door and took out a wooden framed photograph, which was taken about 20 years ago. It was a memorable sight of her family, where her dad was giving her a piggyback ride. She caressed the photo lightly and breathed a morose sigh. Crystal tears rolled down her eyes and fell onto the photo frame. She wiped off the droplet that had blurred out her dad’s picture and started wondering, who would wipe her dad’s tears away after her death. Still, her thoughts selfishly and stubbornly remained in favor of her decision to commit suicide.
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so you are 50 y old now..aunty..:)
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