My Super Mother.

There is always a hero in every house of ours, and in my house it's my Mom.

I will always keep trying to make her feel proud but more than that she had already made me feel proud. I am so grateful to God that he send someone better than himself as my Mom. All I can do is salute her bravery.

She had a very painful and terrible life but she always managed to face whatever came her way with a smile on her face. That's what I like the most about her & that's what inspires me more than anything.

Terrible painful life because she born in a very poor family where she started working when she was just 6 years old and she studied a bit on her own. Though her dream was to study more and become a Doctor but as we know "Some dreams die as dreams only".

But that was not it. She got married in a poor family at the age of 14. My grandma was a typical Indian saas who crossed every possible limit of cruelty later on. After my grandma's death things became a little easier and comfortable for her. My father was doing well at his work. But that didn't lasted any longer. My father died because of cancer.

After this everyone including my mom's parents, her brothers advised her to get married again because they knew it's gonna be very hard to raise 3 kids for a "Not so educated" single woman in this wild world. But she refused and she decided to fight with the world all alone.

She didn't just raised us, she provided us every good thing she possibly could. Good education, I am doing good now, my sister had finished her MSC and my younger brother is studying CA. I've seen her working 20 hours a day for all this, for the sake of her kids. She never ever let us feel that we don't have a father.

I don't just love her I worship her. Though I've taken over all her responsibilities now but she is still the boss of the house and she always will be. I lived a dream once that I will give her everything she dreamed of one day. I am happy that I am succeeding in that. Though I still feel she deserves more. Everything I have or I am gonna have, I owe to that superwoman.

As we all know that a Mother is someone who gives you a shoulder to cry on whenever you feel sad, and a father is someone who gives you a shoulder to rise above all. But my mother is a superwoman she gave me both. I have no more words to describe how grateful I am to her and how much I owe her.

Here is a poem which I wrote for her long back:

Pyaari si hai woh …masoom si …kuch alag sa ehsaas hai ,

Dur hai mujhse abhi …par lagta hai har pal mere paas hai ,

Yaad bahut aati hai mujhe….har waqt usse milne ki pyas hai,

Meri maa…….meri duniya………….mere liye kuch khaas hai ,

Muskurati hai mere muskurane se …main roun to hoti udaas hai,

Suni si hai zindagi uske bina…….bas wohi toh jeene ki aas hai,

Ek dis saari khushiyan de dunga usko…bas usi din ki talaash hai,

Meri maa ….meri duniya ……..mere liye kuch khaas hai ,

Wo bholi si muskan….. woh sari ka aanchal

Wo hathon ki khushbu. Woh aankhon ka kajal.

Wo upar se hasna…chup chup ke rona,

Wo dantna ..fir manana …deke ek khilona,

Wo mithi si lori…. woh raja rani ki kahani,

Wo khane ka swaad … wo baaten suhani,

Wo suni kalaai …. wo bheegi nigahen,

Wo tute se sapne..wo tanha si rahen....