May 8, 2010

Luv u Amma


She was sleeping on bed by that time I came from school. She was diagnosed with cancer. When she woke up, her youngest and elder daughters were beside her. I was standing and looking at her, did not know how to console her. She hugged me and started crying, then she said, "I want to live, I want to see you growing, I want to see your wedding, I Love you so much". 

 She is one of the strongest women I have come across in my life. She is very active, intelligent, good looking, humorous, caring and sweet person.  She is the one who has made me what I am today. No matter how old I grow, I am still a kid to her. She gives me unconditional love, never says NO to anything. The food tastes better when she feeds me with her own hands. Though she has seven children she likes to share all her secrets with me. It’s because we both share same wavelength and I feel so proud about it. I love her so much and she loves me double. When I hug her, I can feel the essence of pure love. She is the one with whom I feel so complete, she is my Grandmother. 

Fourteen years passed, still I cannot forget that day. She should be more worried about her health, instead she was worried about me. That is the moment in my life where I realized how important she is for me, the difference between her love and others.  I like to call her Amma, because she is the person who makes that word more meaningful. The bond that we share is just based on trust and Love. I can never take her for granted. Her blessings are protecting me from all the evil powers and I believe they will keep protecting me in future too. 


I would like to quote a small poem  

"While we honor all our mothers
with words of love and praise.
While we tell about their goodness
and their kind and loving ways.
We should also think of Grandma,
she's a mother too, you see....
For she mothered my dear mother
as my mother mothers me."
                                              
                                                   -- Unknown.


Cheers
Vrinda.

1 comment:

GVK said...

Like the post,particularly your account of the bond with your grandmother - the food she served, tastes better,you say. Presumably because she added a generous dose of affection with every helping.