Amma, mom, maa….
I dont recollect when I first said each of those words…its been a part of my psyche ever since I was born.
In turns, I have loved, shouted at, cried for and missed my mom. I always considered myself closer to my dad…so in a sense, I was never a mama’s boy. But then the question really is : is there any such thing as a “mama’s boy”? dont we all belong to our mothers? come to think of it, we are literally a part of our moms. My mom, for some reason, went to the pain of carrying me in her womb for 9 months and then smiled through an exceptionally painful delivery process to give this world a gift : me….ever since then, several people have argued that this cannot be technically called a “gift”…maybe more of a torment…
I have tormented my mom…angered her numerous times, got her into a fit of rage…
But somehow, she has put up with me all these years…because we both know that I am a part of her…
I do not proclaim to love my mom…I dont have to…this feeling is so much more than just love…I am just an extension of her and will remain so till I pass on from this earth..
So here’s to mom…coz I will love her more than I can love any other woman in my life!!!

