25 years back, the world came to a stand still for a split second and nothing in this world or beyond seemed important or even worthy of it's existence for this special person.
Nine months of agony and discomfort over powered by the resolve to overcome the urge to get the thing out of the way pre-emptively. The tears of pain slipping away from the sides of the eyes instantly changing to tears of joy that thanked the almighty when she heard me cry for the first time.
I do not know what I meant in that cry, perhaps it was a sigh of relief that this special person would hold me in her hands for rest of my life, perhaps I was just thanking God for he gave me the most precious birthday gift ever, the first kiss from the most wonderful person of my life.
I was born and born was my MOTHER.
She took a crisp image of me with immense detailing not possible even from the best artist from the European renaissance and stored it somewhere in her mind or should I say heart? that only she can access and still sees me in the same way I looked like in that picture.
I want to write so much, but apparently my Mom and Dad get a little emotional when I write about them.
Mom, Dad and Akka you three are the most picturesque scene god painted in my life. Thanks for taking me in your life.
A special thanks to you Mom!! And a Happy Mother's Day!!!!!
With Love (hoping it is atleast a fraction of what you have towards me since I can never match yours)
Kiran
P.S.
eendra pozhudin peridhuvakkum thanmaganai
sandron enakaeta thai
To celebrate motherhood and as a gift to my mother on this mother's day I would be taking the educational expenses of a deserving girl child in class X in my school. I firmly believe that education is the only hope for a mother to know that her kid is indeed a “Sandron”.
Nine months of agony and discomfort over powered by the resolve to overcome the urge to get the thing out of the way pre-emptively. The tears of pain slipping away from the sides of the eyes instantly changing to tears of joy that thanked the almighty when she heard me cry for the first time.
I do not know what I meant in that cry, perhaps it was a sigh of relief that this special person would hold me in her hands for rest of my life, perhaps I was just thanking God for he gave me the most precious birthday gift ever, the first kiss from the most wonderful person of my life.
I was born and born was my MOTHER.
She took a crisp image of me with immense detailing not possible even from the best artist from the European renaissance and stored it somewhere in her mind or should I say heart? that only she can access and still sees me in the same way I looked like in that picture.
I want to write so much, but apparently my Mom and Dad get a little emotional when I write about them.
Mom, Dad and Akka you three are the most picturesque scene god painted in my life. Thanks for taking me in your life.
A special thanks to you Mom!! And a Happy Mother's Day!!!!!
With Love (hoping it is atleast a fraction of what you have towards me since I can never match yours)
Kiran
P.S.
eendra pozhudin peridhuvakkum thanmaganai
sandron enakaeta thai
To celebrate motherhood and as a gift to my mother on this mother's day I would be taking the educational expenses of a deserving girl child in class X in my school. I firmly believe that education is the only hope for a mother to know that her kid is indeed a “Sandron”.
