Amma! Amma!

I remember my mother in her many roles. She brought me up well. How i am today is definitely due to her magical touch. All credits would always go to her.

In my many years of life, I am the one who is often taken care by her. My pregnancies, deliveries and confinement were all taken care of perfectly.

When i fractured my thigh bone, she took care of me for six months. Helped me walk again.

Recently she took care of me again. I was sick and this was my recuperation centre.

Every time i am down she is there for me. Now as i look at her, I realized that she has aged. Her hair has become all gray.

She's weaker and thinner. Often she has asthma attacks. Though she is unwell she still feels she needs to do her best for all of us.

I guess I'm the luckiest because i have always gotten along well with her. I don't disagree to anything she says. Whether i feel she's right or wrong i just play along with her. Why not! She is the best mother in the world.

Of course she's treated very well by all five of us. She will always be our reigning Queen.

But its disconcerting to be reminded that age has caught up with her.

As i observed her i made a silent vow that I'm not going to be sick anymore. I will portray a happy, perfect image to her.

Making her happy would be priority.