All of us love their mother and I am no exception. There are many memories with my mumma, I used to tickle her on neck and she would laugh. I would kiss her cheeks and look lovingly in her eyes and she would smile. To ask her for favors, I would repeated call her, mumma, mumma…. and she will ask ,what do you have in mind? I would then ask for anything and she will decide on it’s merits.
I was her prized possession, a daughter who could be dressed up pretty, a little one who adored her and wanted to be associated with her. A child who almost never said ,”no”.
Always trying to please. It was a loving relationship, that was based on respect and trust. My mother understood her role in my life, from child steps to education and finally marriage. She handled me with care,as if I was fragile. She made me tough and bold, she made me confident and solid . All that she had in her, she taught me too.
My mother gave me financial, emotional and social support till she died. Now that I don’t have her daily prayers in my life, I feel so sad. I was asked by my mumma, “Please pray for me, my child your prayers are normally accepted,” I am praying for you, mumma just as you asked me to, with tears and genuine feelings.
Please God, keep my mumma happy and give her a very comfortable and lively place in heaven. She was my heaven and you took her, so I have a heart that cries profusely, but still I pray with the hope that in exchange for my grief, God will give my mumma all that is better than the best. Aameen.
in hearts far and near
did you hear?
I was in you
I was in you
we got hot
we got cold
yet death did not take control
I live again..with lots unsaid .untold
Remember Me… It was autumn
rain was falling and ushering the winter
branches were bare
first time it snowed
I watched you go
I felt so bad..wanted to stop but no..
you had blocked all paths
I was left alone
The last sight you had of me
I never knew, that was my last
I am vanishing from your heart
I am gone…
You called out my name
but it is too late
I am dead and buried in heaps of memories
your words were too late
You will forget me
I am only a memory
but can you forget my love
You still love me.
Decide..how ;)… when you find ..that you are alone
No one smiles with you or for you..its time to smile at the mirror :)))
Nobody loves you..you got to love yourself buddy..you can do it better than anyone. No one actually walks beside you..then walk alone..your partner wasn’t making the distance any shorter. Believe me.
No one keeps you as the special one..thank God! you know who are the”special” people..yes 🙂
No way..you can get close to a heart..be happy you got yours intact.
Life is lived by yourself, you can decide whether you want it to be a sad grumpy one or cheerful happy..remember..people are like mirror reflecting and sometimes breaking down..but never can you feel..for they got a shield..thin..always showing you..your face..how ugly you are to them..and then they search for new preys..so in this jungle ..the survivor must be brave and talented..you live and die alone..so be happy..nobody shares your grave
Intelligence is only second to beauty. Not because, beauty last longer or short lived, it because beauty can not be attained..you have to be beautiful but intelligence..that can be matured and you can become intelligent. Education. experience, insight..you name it, all are the ways to transform from ordinary to intellect..once you are intelligent..next is to remain..by daily readings and keeping interest in happenings, after all, yesterday news can not be today’s’ headline. So..yes. I admire intelligence and I love when there is humor
… It is always fun to visit a book store. The range of books fascinates, the geography tells us about the various new countries popping up, and larger countries breaking down. Each year, the population graphs shown changes, mass migration or calamities, witness the shift in population. Then the huge architectural books, these are really amazing, the paper and the images inside, you want to buy everything. The art books, are normally slim, presenting few artist and their colorful paintings. Small, description are interesting to read, for some art work, I can see but never understand :))
I also, go to biographies but then,. I like mysteries and love stories, love to buy that ! Yes. I am already too naughty . my grand ma told me, books are your peers, those you read..you will become that, just wait and see
I sometimes, like the woman magazine, cosmopolitan..those beautiful women..so captivating..awesome..Then the cook book..nah!! not my type..I can buy..but as a gift for someone else . I remember, those books I bought 50% were birthday gifts, and after giving I borrowed and read , well I am a friend …so I get to borrow. In fact, my circle had this fabulous plan, each one buys few books and we circulate , good eh ! What are friends for? to share :)))
Life… When I was growing up my elders explained.. try not to grumble nor complain. if you want to win hearts or be smart, try to be clever right from star.Never get slow tantrums are a big NO.
Be soft , glow, white as snow, pure as honey and bright as day:)
Kind understanding, love everyone but trust only yourself.
Be as you are, never change but improve day after day after da