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Que sera sera…

October 26, 2010

muffled giggles
shared laughs
loony grins
senseless arguments
endless cups of chai…
midnight conversations like gossipy schoolgirls
*cross my heart and hope to die* kind of secrets
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Wait Ma! let me adjust the saree pleats…
Why are you not wearing your heels?

*sigh* What will you do without me Ma?

You, my dawter, are a drama queen.

Conversations and fashion queries over the phone
Which bindi will go with this saree?
*sigh*Which saree ma?

You remember that temple border one? Amber-ish?

Oh!okay. I have kept everything on the table in my room . Your jewelery, bindis everything.

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An old relative says, She looks just as you did at her age.

We look at each other with plain amazement.
Really?
Is the resemblance so striking?

The way she looks on fascinated when people say I resemble her….She finds a part of herself in my laugh…

She is petite. I am not.
She is delicate. I am not.
She is patient. Very. I am not.
She is a singer. A beautiful one. I am not.

And yet there are so many traces of her in me.

The bookaholic in me? That’s her to a T.

The one who hoards old stuff for sentimental reasons? That’s her too.

Who argues incessantly for what she believes in. Her again.

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The good qualities? You get all those from my side of the family she says with a twinkle in her eyes….
Just to rile dad.

That bluntness, that impatient stubbornness ? You get it from him.

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What will be, will be….
The philosophy of the most special person in my life. The one whom I love the most. Have loved ever since I could understand what this emotion meant.

I have written about my loved ones on these pages. Jotted down everything I possibly could. About a father who is such a bundle of contradictions and my first ‘hero’:). About two brothers who mean the world to me. And the hell we all have been through together.Of the loony times this family has had.I have written about the four-legged baby of the family. In short I have written about everyone.

But I have not written about one person. One who means the world to me. One who is the gentlest soul I have ever known. A petite lady who looks so young that people have been forced to ask. Really?? You have a son in the army?Your daughter’s getting married?:O

Its the toughest to write about her. What do I write? Where do I start? Our relationship is complicated. We have gone through the ups and downs together . Many of them.

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Hers is the shoulder I have cried on. Many a time.

The way our relationship has evolved. From that of a mother and daughter to one where we were best friends forever:) To that of two women standing almost equal. Trying to understand what makes the other happy. Trying to absorb the other’s pain.

Of how the world sometimes is not fair. That is the time we have had each other to hold on to. When no man in the world could understand what we were going through. When even dad and the two brothers have been unable to understand completely. Because they cant. Only we both do.

The way we both sometimes say bah!men! and give that disgusted look to the men of our family. They aint no match for us ma.:D
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The way your eyes light up when you talk of your firstborn. Your daughter. The memories that you share with me. Of how ecstatic you and dad were. Its a sight to see ma. That happiness of yours.

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I know how hurt you were when a 12 year old girl wrote ‘I hate her’ in her ‘secret’ diary.
All because she had not been given permission to go for some school picnic.
You saw it lying in my room and picked it up with a smile thinking that you would read about crushes.
What you read instead broke your heart for a moment.
But you never said anything.
You came to me with a smile and kissed me goodnight.

You knew this was a phase. that I would get over it.
And I did.

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Then a phase where you said ”we both will be best friends okay?’ with the cutest smile ever. ‘Promise?’.
I nodded my head, more than happy to be part of this conspiracy. More than happy to exclude the three ‘boys’ of our family.
And we invented our own secret handshake.:D

You and I would discuss everything under the sun. From studies to the debates I lost to the games I won.
From teachers I hated to the boys I thought I was in ‘love’ with.

And through it all, one constant reminder of yours.
Life goes on. Everything is temporary.Success, failure, disappointment.


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The way you gently guided me through all the changes I was going through. Emotional and biological.
And I was so confused and unsure. But never scared. Never that. For, you were always there beside me.

I have never seen a more sunny spirit than you Ma. Never have I seen you wake up grouchy. Mornings in our home have always been cheerful and mini talkathons. Because of you.

The way we kids would wake up in a jiffy because dad was going to office and we had to be awake on time to show him that we were not ‘lazybones’.
The way you would tell us with a conspiratorial grin,”go back to sleep’ the moment dad stepped out of the house.

Or how about our time in Mhow? When dad would wake up three little kiddos who would sit up all bleary eyed.
The way dad would almost shoo us out of the house at 5:30 in the morning believing in that age old credo of early to bed and early to rise. And the way barely 15 minutes later you would let us in through the garden. Sneakily.:D

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The way I would bunk college just so we could sit with each other and have a cuppa of chai and gossip our heart out?

Hoe many times have I bunked college just because you gave me that look that said,” hey lets go for a movie today? Or how about going to explore Delhi”?

We have had fun haven’t we ma? Together we have explored every corner of this city.
The history student in you who listens enraptured to the guide who rambles on and on about the fort. I am trying to pull you. Come on ma!I can tell you these facts later na?

Shhh! Stand here and imagine how it must have been hundreds of years before.Breathe in the air. You are walking where kings and queens once lived. Where the Praja came to the king to tell him about their woes. These walls can tell you so many tales.Can you feel the magic ?

I simply smile.
No Ma. The magic is not in the place . Its in you. The history student, the wanderer, the dreamer who finds a magical place wherever she goes.

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Sometimes when out of the blue, the way you just come upto me and say,” you don’t ever stop working ?Okay? you hear me?” wagging that finger in my face. ”Okay ma,” I say with a smile. Because I am trying to understand your fears. You are apprehensive, unsure…of how your little girl is going to live on her own. If your little girl’s prince charming will always keep her happy.
You know he will. You have met him. You know him. And yet a corner of your heart is never sure.

And you will never be sure. I know that too. You will keep worrying till I am 60.

And then sometimes when you say,” dont ever lose who you are.” .Whats going through your mind Ma?Which fears?

She wakes up really late. She doesn’t know how to cook. She is so impatient. She doesn’t even know how to wear a saree. What will she do at all those formal do’s? She is so naive.
Random thoughts that keep going through your head. They make you worry so much.

Because no one knows your daughter the way you do.

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The way we both give each other ‘those’ looks at weddings and parties. The one that only both of us ‘get’.
Gossip, criticism, admiration, plain girlish nonsense…all of it conveyed with just a look.(maybe we would be better off with the CIA Ma:D)

Our traditions.The ones you and I have made. Girls night out. Movies, lunches, dinners and no guys ‘allowed’. No matter how much *ahem*the three of them ‘plead’.

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Sometimes when you get on my case. Determined that you will teach me how to cook even if it takes a lifetime. You dont know how to cook!!! you say with a horrified look.(the horrified look is so Ekta Kapoor-ish Ma!! I say)

And just when we both are going to get into an argument about feminism and all the hoo ha.. you undergo a mood change and say ,”Oh well. Even I didn’t know how to cook when I got married .” ”He knows how to cook na? Thats good enough for now” you say with a mile wide grin and a wink.

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The only time I have seen you helpless is when I have wrapped myself in a cocoon and withdrawn from everyone. That is the time I have seen you sit by my side silently. Unable to do anything and yet unwilling to leave me alone.

I cannot imagine what goes through a mother’s heart when she sees her child in pain. Of what it does to her when she sees her child in tears and is unable to do anything about it. I can only imagine.

Such times have been hell for you . I know. I know the murderous rage you feel for those who have made your daughter cry.

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She is a singer. My mother. A philosopher too. And the one whom everyone comes to in times of crisis.

My school and college friends who would come for night stays and would whisper and gossip with my mom. They felt at home with this charming confidante who was unlike any mother they had seen.

She sings. Twenty four seven.:) And has a voice that justifies the degree she has in vocal music. Dad also sings. All the time. And between the two of them and their fav line said with a woebegone face ,” if only our children also sang *sigh* ‘‘ and three kids who are nowhere close to being singers(of any sort!!) life in our home is darn interesting at all times.:D

The way she deflects that age old question with such ease,” Who is your most fav among us Ma?” Gah! You should have been a politician Ma!!.!:P

She always has a cure for our hurts. And our worries. Sometimes she will get up in the middle of the night and just come and sit beside me. And just look .

What is going through her mind? I don’t know. I can just guess. Is she thinking of how her daughter will be leaving in just a few months to make a home of her own?

We mothers are learning to mark our mothering success by our daughters’ lengthening flight.
~ Letty Cottin Pogrebin

She is happy…beyond happy all because her daughter has found the ‘One’. She is proud of her daughter’s choices in life. From studies to professional to personal. The only one who supported her daughter’s choice of becoming a teacher wholeheartedly. She is proud of her daughter and the woman she has grown up to be.

But there is a momentary pang she goes through when she hears his mother asking me to call her mom. She is happy. But its a strange kind of happiness. She is happy that there is a family that is so loving. A family that loves her daughter like their very own.

And yet there’s a little yearning that she has deep inside. To be the only one in her daughter’s life. The way she was when I was a 12 year old.

I can see that anguish on your face Ma. And I want to tell you . That no one can take your place. Not now. Not ever.
But I don’t say anything. Neither do you. We are testing the waters here. Treading cautiously. This is new for both of us. All these new relationships.

You are trying to adjust yourself to the fact that your daughter has someone special in her life. Someone who has come to mean so much to her.

And you yearn. I know you do.
You yearn for those midnight conversations that we used to have once upon a time. Conversations that have now been missing for sometime because your daughter is blissfully lost in a world of her own.

A daughter is a mother’s gender partner, her closest ally in the family confederacy, an extension of her self. And mothers are their daughters’ role model, their biological and emotional road map, the arbiter of all their relationships. ~Victoria Secunda

You have let me make mistakes. You have cautioned me against certain things and still your stubborn headed daughter has gone ahead. And stumbled. Bigtime. And yet, never have you ever said I told you so. And for that I love you so much.

We have ‘hated’ and loved each other in equal measure. Shouted at each other like loonies. Gone off in a huff swearing to never ever talk to each other again.

And then the peace treaty. Offered with a cup of chai.:) Sometimes you and sometimes me. That’s what love is. And friendship too. And a belief that seeps into your very bones. That this right here is permanent. That no matter what I do, you will always be there.

Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that suppose to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing. ~Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987

I will always be your little girl. In need of your home cooked food, your advice, your awesome collection of jewelery(:D) , your gorgeous sarees(;)) your warm hugs. And love. A lot of it. The soul stirring kind.

And this I will always keep in mind. For, you remind me of this often.
”Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where you backbone ought to be.”
There is a lot more to say. In the years ahead.

But for now…this one’s for you ma. Only for you.

Whether our relationship is strained or easy, hostile or amiable, we need [our mother] if only in memory or fantasy, to conjugate our history, validate our femaleness, and guide our way. We need to know she’s there if we stumble, to love us no matter what, to nurture the child that resides within us even now without infantalizing us.
– Victoria Secunda

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The pictures have been taken from Google. I apologize since I have lost the weblinks I took them from. If anyone has any objection, I will remove them.

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51 Comments leave one →
  1. October 26, 2010 4:28 am

    Am I first? Or is comment moderation on?
    Beautiful, extremely touching tribute to your Mum, Indy-girl 🙂 Loved it.

    The part about ‘…12 year old girl wrote ‘I hate her’ in her ‘secret’ diary…’ – haven’t we all been through this phase? Rebellion, hatred.. and our parents just live through it, loving us just like nothing had happened. God bless them!

    And this.. ‘…his mother asking me to call her mom…’ – till date, I flinch when I have to do this. There can only be ONE mother for me, and that is my own!!!

    Thank God for Mothers :-))))
    me- Thanks Pal:)
    There can only be ONE mother for me, and that is my own!!! Yes. everyone else can be ‘like’ a mother but cant really be our mums can they? and if anyone aspires to be, then bring us up from being wee toddlers to being adults the way our mums did, I say 😀

  2. October 26, 2010 4:56 am

    The mother/daughter ploy is the bestest ploy in the world to create confusion between jealous men *ahem* according to Inspector Clouseau that is :mrgreen:

    You have no idea how much relief it brings to me when I read that episode about you writing I hate you Ma. I hope my son will also see the light one fine day 😦
    me- awww sweetie it happens. They grow up i and thn a jiffy and then need the same mum’s advice for everything:)

    Your post is kinda making me all sad 😥 I miss my mom so much. Her laughter, her you are gonna get me into trouble look, her great sense of humour, her selfish caring attitude and most of all her sweet voice calling me by my pet name 😥

    God bless your sweet mom Indy and am sure you will take care of her for Mom’s are the precious gift to us daughters.
    me- the you are gonna get me in trouble look! Oh!How could I forget that? thats the very best one:) Co-conspirators. Our mums and us:)(hugs)

  3. October 26, 2010 6:03 am

    The mother in me just went Awww…

    Abhi, I had a post titled ‘Que Sera, Sera’ on Peanut when I started blogging. Will read and comment later. You don’t know how much I will miss you, my dear Gillu. Hugs and best wishes on all that you do.

    me- You have a post by the same name? :O similarities..:) I already miss our mad chats on everything(ekdum paagal):P((hugs)))

    • October 26, 2010 12:21 pm

      u “will” miss her? dont u miss her now or is there something that is going to change soon.. ah marriage u mean? so she’s gonna change her priorities.. hmmm…

      • Solilo permalink
        October 28, 2010 3:08 am

        Now I talk to her often so I don’t miss her. 🙂

        But I will in coming months. I don’t want to be a ‘kabab mein haddi’ for this newly married honeymooning friend. 😉 Now she will ring me whenever she is ahem….free.

  4. October 26, 2010 7:49 am

    I am speechless, as I can understand any daughter would be.you put your love for your mom so beautifully, that I am at loss of words even to appreciate it.
    Hats off to you and your mom and the bond that you share.
    me- awww thank you so much Parul:)

  5. October 26, 2010 8:28 am

    I dont need to say this again and again… but each and every word you write… is so so so full of feelings… ! Adjectives aint enough…. but I simply loved the way you have poured love in this post… 🙂 🙂 🙂

    I ll just post one of my most favourite mumma songs !!

    o
    me- Thats a beautiful song 🙂
    I know how you feel about moms. I still remember the beautiful post about Aunty on yours and this song that you shared.:)

    • October 26, 2010 10:16 am

      Hitchy this was the one song which came to my mind too while I was reading through….I listen to this song everyday !!!!!

  6. October 26, 2010 10:26 am

    Life goes on. Everything is temporary.Success, failure, disappointment I like 🙂

    Daughters are so incomplete without mothers,hai na ?

    ‘I hate you’ in your secret dairy ? Ain’t we all so naive at that age and tend to think like this for our mothers ? 🙂

    ”Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.” what a meaningful line !!!!

    Awesome post 🙂
    me- Yep.Moms are the bestest in the world:)

  7. October 26, 2010 11:43 am

    Lovely warm post, such a loving tribute to your mother. Read it twice, just to savor the love and bonding.
    me- aww (hugs) you are a sweetheart:)

  8. October 26, 2010 12:26 pm

    love those pink flowers on your side bar.. i can see your mothers refreshing love and bonding with u in those 🙂 lovely lovely post.
    i miss my family, mom and sister so much that words can’t describe. not that i dont miss dad and bro.. but still.. however happy u are after marriage, there is something that changes.. and it makes you feel (at least i feel so many a times) that why the hell does one get married and move away. lucky are those ppl who stay in close proximities even after marriage. or are they just excuses?

    me- Thank you 🙂
    I agree Tara. Though I love everyone so much but its mom who has the biggest place in my heart. Its so hard to describe it exactly na? What is going to change post marriage? Pata nahin. *sigh* Lets see:)

    • October 26, 2010 12:28 pm

      n u greedy greedy girl.. u eying on her jewels and sarees? lol, leave something for ur bro’s wives too, will you?
      me- 😆 Nahiin. 😛

  9. October 26, 2010 2:32 pm

    What a beautiful post. Yes, mothers are so central to our entire existence. Wonderfully worded.
    me- welcome here Pratishtha.
    Thank you so much:)

  10. October 26, 2010 6:32 pm

    what a nice post for mommie dearest very sweet >:D<
    me- Thank you Ani:)

  11. October 26, 2010 7:31 pm

    Such a warm post!! I have been wanting to do a post on my mom too, but was finding it so darn difficult to put it in words!! Moms are the best, aren’t they? Its like they understand whats going on in our minds, what we want to say, even before we actually say it.
    me- Yes, they are the very best:)
    Its like they understand whats going on in our minds, what we want to say, even before we actually say it.
    Absolutely true!:)

  12. October 26, 2010 10:53 pm

    Truly touching…AP 🙂 Hey remember I’m your (adopted) daughter??? 😀 Lets see how much of you in me 😀 Hugs!
    me- LOL! You brat 😛

    (hugs)back

    Jokes apart, I feel every mother ought to read this post. [I have forwarded it to my own mother.] I love the way you have interspersed the post with quotes…. And the last quote…takes the cake….sooooooooo true …. 🙂
    me- Yep. thats my fav too.:)

  13. October 27, 2010 10:24 am

    oh.. a beautiful beautiful post! Made me go awww and then I called ma and spoke to her 🙂
    me- Thank you Pixie:)
    Where have you been btw?back to blogging?:)

  14. October 27, 2010 11:02 am

    Your mother would have loved it.It is so affectionate and warm.
    me- Thank you so much:)

  15. October 27, 2010 11:49 pm

    Such a wonderful post on your mother 🙂 I think every mom needs a daughter to be her friend, her confidante, to do and discuss girly things with, to go shopping with and to understand somethings which only a woman can.
    me- Agree with each and every word Reema. Moms are our bestest friends in the whole world.:))

  16. October 28, 2010 11:11 am

    what a lovely lovely post, every word touched the mother in me as well as the daughter in me…

    loved it
    me- Thank you Mon:)

  17. October 29, 2010 3:21 am

    Abhi,

    Read each and every line and I don’t know where to start. So many similarities. But then we always knew. 🙂 Our backgrounds are so similar. Our beautiful and smart Moms! Touchwood. Also, our Dads. See I’m partial. I’ve to bring Dad always with Mom. Always together. 🙂
    me- *touchwood* Its uncanny at times no?:)
    Dad. Our first hero in life. Oye. Btw Peanut is going to be partial to dadda too. Just as we were. No ‘muttering’ then. 😛

    You know what? Next time in Delhi, Auntie and I are going to go explore all those places and talk about Raja and Praja. I’m a Science student but a History lover.
    me-Mom would love it. Both dreamers together.:)

    The rebel at 13, sharing secrets, thanks for taking me to a nostalgic trip, Abhi.

    “Sometimes when out of the blue, the way you just come upto me and say,” you don’t ever stop working ?Okay? you hear me?” wagging that finger in my face. ”Okay ma,” I say with a smile. ” ——–> The best advice. Mom too told me the same thing. If men can take care of home and work outside then so can women. We are smarter and better multi-taskers. Always be independent and have a balance in life. I’m glad that I listened to Mom. You do too, Okay? Hugs and Best wishes.
    me- moms are so darn smart. Our beacons really. LOVE aunty’s words. Will do.:) read your words on the other space. And I am going to bawl now. Getting all teary eyed at so many things these days ((hugs))) more for yakking later:)love you dear one. Lots..

    • Solilo permalink
      November 2, 2010 1:44 pm

      So you read the mail. I was misty-eyed while writing it. Khushi ke aansoon and all. 😀

  18. October 29, 2010 7:30 pm

    I need a daughter like you to chose the matching blouse for my saree…nowadays, I seem to mix up the colours!
    me- aww you are cute Sandhya:)

    Nice judgement about similarities…interesting! Your mother is a singer? Nice to know, Indyeah!

    ‘Hating’ parents phase is there in everybody’s life in their childhood. My niece thought that her mother didn’t like her husband and was going to marry somebody else and she dreamt of her hugging somebody else in her dream! She was not able to recognise the man’s face, thank god! She has done her MBA now and must have forgotten about this, we think!
    me- lol! I can so understand:)

    ‘The way you would tell us with a conspiratorial grin,”go back to sleep’ the moment dad stepped out of the house.’ I did this with my children too!
    me= 😀

    Both of us sing, though both have not learnt music. Thank god, he too sings in Hindi and Tamil too! Now, Kannada too, after marriage! My children have got a very good taste in music and hear music all the time, but they don’t sing. The younger one plays guitar to some extent. If you know to hear good music, the whole atmosphere of the house changes, you must be knowing!

    This is very interesting, Indyeah, will come back to read more, thank you!
    me- Four languages in your home?:) I am so envious. This is just beautiful. Yes, music is so soothing. It calms and it heals.

  19. October 29, 2010 9:07 pm

    That was so touching, Indy. So many emotions strung into words, as only you can. The most wonderful tribute to any mother.

    The special relationship that mothers and daughter share.. I can so relate to it, as a daughter and as a mother of a daughter 🙂

    ‘Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.” ‘ – That is something I have grown up hearing, and one that I hope daughter learns to abide by as well.

    Lovely, heartfelt post, Indyeah! And when is the big day? You all must be so excited and busy 🙂
    me- Thanks Smitha. I am sure Poohi will grow up to be one strong girl:) She has you to look upto.
    Date’s just round the corner. Butterflies in my tummy:)sooo nervous.

  20. October 30, 2010 10:08 am

    Did your mother read this post? Does she know that she is the luckiest mom in the World and you are the luckiest daughter to have her as your mom. Nazar na lag jaaye!

    A very good tribute to The Mother, from the daughter, who is ready to start her new life, Indyeah! God bless you! All the best to your future!
    me- awww Sandhya. Thank you:)(hugs)
    I am going to give her the link soon. A surprise for her:)

  21. October 31, 2010 1:06 pm

    Just discovered this 🙂

    And my heart just stopped for a while, filling itself with the love in this. so darned tangible! Want to say more… and will do that, later. For now, Meggie my dear, you say it so true, and you say it so pure…

    It had to be this way, your mother and you are truly blessed to have each other 🙂
    me- ((((((((((((hugs))))))))))))))))
    and Ushus? this dawter, your Meggie, Indygurl loves you too:) muah:)

    • Solilo permalink
      November 2, 2010 1:45 pm

      Hugs, Ushus. Don’t get to see you anymore. Miss you. Love you.

  22. November 4, 2010 12:37 pm

    Happy Diwali

  23. November 5, 2010 8:07 am

    Happy Deepawali, Indyeah! Be happy always! All the best!

  24. November 12, 2010 10:51 pm

    Oh Abhi, this is such a sweet and touching post! Could relate to every bit of what you wrote. I miss my mom now…I’m going to send this link to her :). This is a post every mother should read, I feel. I know how moved the mother in me is after reading it.

    An immensely heartfelt post, Abhi. The d-day approaching, is it?? Wish you and PM all the very best in life as you embark on a journey together 🙂

    Loads of hugs!

  25. November 15, 2010 11:43 pm

    waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!!! 😦 😦 😦 😦 😦 😦

    it tuk me an hr to read this !!! i cried for that ! 😀 😀 😀

  26. January 2, 2011 7:58 am

    Each and every line is so true and heart warming…thanks for such a wonderful read.Every woman can totally relate to it…lovely tribute to the most adorable woman of your life.Please write more often!!!

  27. January 2, 2011 9:55 pm

    All of us in our family wish you and your family, a very very very Happy New Year! Be happy always!

  28. January 2, 2011 10:02 pm

    Happy new year 🙂

  29. January 16, 2011 12:53 pm

    Did you get married? Wassup Indy!

  30. January 27, 2011 8:36 am

    Thank you for writing. 🙂

  31. March 7, 2011 4:41 pm

    Indy, where are you? You’ve just completely disappeared!!! Be back soon!!

  32. April 13, 2011 9:08 am

    Just read this. I had this with my mom and hope to be all this to my daughter. A parenting manual you have here and how well you write! Thanks for this.

  33. April 25, 2011 3:27 pm

    I went ‘awwww’ and immediately called my mom after reading this post. My days are never complete without a chat with her, even if just for two mins. She has been the support system for my entire family, I dont think my father would have managed even for a day without her. When she’d travel alone, the entire house would be in a mess 🙂

    She was there as an anchor for us kids, when we lost Papa in that dreadful accident, and that too when she herself was badly injured.

    When I decided to marry out of my faith, she resiliently stood by me and supported my decision, though she herself was a little about it. All she had was love for me and confidence in my confidence. I am not sure even Papa would have been so strong, had he been with us.

    Oh Ma..all three of us love you..
    Thanks Indi for writing something so beautiful!!

  34. Nidhi permalink
    May 27, 2011 4:20 pm

    my eyes welled up… so beautifully written

  35. Parul permalink
    June 9, 2011 10:50 am

    No words to thank you for this lovely post. every mum daughter should read this to realise that their relationship is so beautiful. I felt this is exactly what me and my mum’s realtionship is…so pure. love u.

  36. July 22, 2011 7:43 am

    come back Di’ !

  37. August 1, 2011 10:47 am

    Happy birthday Indy 😀 Come bk soooooon 🙂

  38. August 1, 2011 12:44 pm

    Happy birthday indyeah….

  39. August 1, 2011 9:12 pm

    Happy birthday 🙂 its my sis’s b’day too tomorrow 2nd august 🙂

  40. Nancy permalink
    November 1, 2011 11:20 am

    Landed on ur page after a loooooooong time……a beautiful post Indyeah!!!

    I totally get when u say “where do I start & then proceed to write 5 pages & show no signs of stopping” 😀

    So when’s the treat????

    What treat????

    Its ur blog-break anniversary girl…go look…..u wrote ur last post in oct 2011 ;-/

  41. November 1, 2011 11:22 am

    Ooops I meant oct 2010 😛

    Get back woman and start posting!!!!!

  42. December 10, 2011 10:41 pm

    Lovely! I always liked your posts very much! And this time too, you reminded me of my own parents… I agree with each alphabet in your post!

  43. January 6, 2012 12:23 pm

    I dont know how I missed this post….but feels better to have read it than missed it.

    You know what ??? I just wish that my daughter writes abt me the same way u’ve written here…its a moment of pride to the mother – I hope ur mom read this too. The emotions running thru make me so misty eyed – but I love it.

    The peace treaty thru the chai – its happening in my life with my daughter.

    Hugs dear.

  44. November 1, 2012 10:04 am

    To all the friends whose comments I have not been able to reply to. Thank you so much for dropping by. For the birthday wishes and the Diwali ones. How time flies!
    Take care and be good:)

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