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Today, when I sit down to write about my mom, I go down the memory lane. I always remember her as a diva.....as this saree clad beautiful woman who used to work hard throughout the day but still managed to look gorgeous. When I used to come back from primary school she used to make sure I did my homework on time. I was a very bright student all thanks to her who always found time to help me in my studies despite being the eldest bahu of a joint family with so many responsibilities. Also, as trivial as it may sound but I never had a single lice in my hair in my school days all thanks to her as she used to 'see' my hair every single day after school. I remember that coz it was the most dreaded ritual and I could only sail thru it because she used to narrate the same old "hare and tortoise story" every single day. And the story would never end till she completed her work on my hair.
In my pre - teens I remember her as a dedicated mother.....taking time off her household chores to cuddle up with my brother and me, always making interesting food for us, tending to us when we were sick and crying when something happened to me or my brother. She always raised me and my brother equally....I would rather say I was the one who was more pampered. If at all she was biased I always felt it was towards me as I always got what I wanted ....be it shoes or clothes .
In my teens I remember her as a friend .... who used to take me shopping, attend my school meets, chat with my friends and be with me during "those"difficult days. I remember the comfort I used to feel when I returned from school as she was always available for us. Be it waking us up for school or preparing our lunch boxes with the customary aaloo sabzi and paranthas. Also, how could I forget my board exams . When I used to be nervous just before the exam, she would comfort me by saying "ho jaayega" .Aur woh ho jaata tha.
In my college days I remember her as a confidante....With whom I shared everything right from my crushes to my friends to this boy I met in a marriage ( he's now my husband...).I used to trust her with everything as she trusted me with everything. Be it my studies ... I would have missed every exam had she not been there ,or my courtship days....I wouldn't have got married to the guy I loved had she not helped us out.
After my marriage I always remember her as a mother......who used to cry out every time she was talking to me on the phone, who missed me badly when I went away to my in - laws place, who was happy when I came back to stay in the same city. She became this rock solid support through all the ups and downs,thru the miscarriages, the difficult pregnancy, the new baby, the job.....
After my daughter was born I remember her as a doting Nani....who will scold me if dare say anything to the little one, who stayed up with me when she was sick, who brought her up so beautifully while I was away at work, who loved her unconditionally ( even more than me).
The roles that she played in my life have changed. What has not changed is her unconditional love and support. My friend, philosopher and guide..my mom.