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Missing mom's love

I was back to being a 10 year old and my mom was waiting for me outside the school. She hugged me as I ran into her arms with that heavy breathing. It was such a discomfort but oh, my young and pretty mom made me feel safe. And then, I woke up. It was 5am last night and I was having the usual asthma attack because of the ac! I took my puff and went off to sleep.
But oh! how good the scene was. Was it a symbol that how much I miss mom's love!!
I am going to meet my mom today..but a lot older version from my dream. I distinctly remember what the day was. I remember her little brownish-white colored suit. I think she looked the best that day! We had gone to buy some grocery after my school got over around 12am only!! (I think I was in UKG..lol!!) And then we went off to my dad's clinic. Probably!!! (As I do not have That much good memory).
I reckon the poem, "My Mother at Sixty-Six" by Kamla Devi. I was deeply touched reading it.. Even though my mom is not that old but now that I can connect to those emotions of separation.. I wonder only one thing:
What if life rolls back to that day? Would I tell her then, that she is the prettiest amid all women..That no one else in the world could ever replace her love, in my life.. and that am thankful for all the affection she gave ? Would I?? If not, then here is it..

I love you mum..
Happy Mother's Day...


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