My Mother

I am afraid to imagine how my life would have been without my mother at my side. I have seen many orphans who sleep in the street and eat the leftovers they find on the heap of garbage. Many others, who are from rich families, and who are often replete with material prosperity, are emotionally 'empty' due to the absence of motherly love. Luckily, I don't belong to any.

I am very happy because I have my mother to take care of me selflessly in this world full of con people. She is the one who is always worried about me. She is the one who cries first when I am in pain and smiles first when I am in gain. No one in this world matches for her unconditional love, support and care for me. I always feel secure because I have my mom to pray God for me every morning.

I am already over thirty, but for her I am still a small boy. She drags me onto her lap and caresses my hair. She still enjoys feeding me with her bare hand. If I do any silly mistake, she still scolds me as if I were a small boy. But I feel her love with soothing power even in her angry words. When I am at home, she is always ready to prepare my favourite dishes such as rice-pudding, aaloo-fry and spaghetti. She is always the first to ask me about my health and to make me tea with green leaves of mint after I get home from outside on a sizzling day. She cooks, feeds, washes, cleans and prays to God for me.

Though I don't know what a father's love is, she did her best to compensate for it. It's because of her efforts that I never felt orphaned and loveless. I think I would have suffered a lot if she, instead of my father, was absent in my life. How could I have learnt the values of love, care, politeness, honesty, sympathy, and humanity without her presence in my life? Therefore, I am always thankful to her.