Dear Amma,
In the past 26 years, I have never spent a day away from you. We were more like friends. We cooked together, went for shopping, cried and consoled each other when we landed up in troubles, wrote poems and stories and appreciated each other and made pranks, grew plants and much more. I can't write the whole 26 years in one post. Hence I decided to write one by one.
First I have to thank you Amma for inspiring me to become a writer, for cherishing my dreams. The first story happened in the bedroom of our ancestral house where I was forced into a general knowledge book which had two plain pages at the end of it. I was preparing for PCM scholarship, though I never touched the winning score. :)
Suddenly I saw my neighbor walking around from my window and I could easily spot her from my royal cot. The cot was so royal that it was used by my great grandparents, my grandparents, my parents and of course me. That was the first time I decided to write a story. To get down from the cot looked like a hazardous job for me. Hence I decided to write my story behind the general knowledge book. Yes! Hurray I did it.
The story was about how a not-so-friendly-neighbor helped when a thief break into our house while all smiling neighbors stood away. I was happily writing over the 'general knowledge' questions like "who was the first lady prime minister of India?" and alike. Suddenly you came to my room.
"What are you doing?"
"Writing a story Amma", my voice withered when I said so.
"Give, let me see".
You read the whole story and gave me two good papers to copy it. You could have punished or beaten me. You didn't. We both went to the post office to send it. You pretended as if you don't know how to post a letter. That was the first story which got published in 'Balvihar', a children's magazine by Chinmaya Mission. And unknowingly your pretension helped me lead a better life now. Though the scholarships never happened, both of us were glad that there is a published story of mine to cherish the past.
That book still lays somewhere in the corner of our library with the pencil marks in it. Yes, indeed you are the best Amma. I love you..
Love
Anju.
PS: This post is dedicated to all mothers around the world who stay away from their children. Thanks to the technology.
In the past 26 years, I have never spent a day away from you. We were more like friends. We cooked together, went for shopping, cried and consoled each other when we landed up in troubles, wrote poems and stories and appreciated each other and made pranks, grew plants and much more. I can't write the whole 26 years in one post. Hence I decided to write one by one.
First I have to thank you Amma for inspiring me to become a writer, for cherishing my dreams. The first story happened in the bedroom of our ancestral house where I was forced into a general knowledge book which had two plain pages at the end of it. I was preparing for PCM scholarship, though I never touched the winning score. :)
Suddenly I saw my neighbor walking around from my window and I could easily spot her from my royal cot. The cot was so royal that it was used by my great grandparents, my grandparents, my parents and of course me. That was the first time I decided to write a story. To get down from the cot looked like a hazardous job for me. Hence I decided to write my story behind the general knowledge book. Yes! Hurray I did it.
The story was about how a not-so-friendly-neighbor helped when a thief break into our house while all smiling neighbors stood away. I was happily writing over the 'general knowledge' questions like "who was the first lady prime minister of India?" and alike. Suddenly you came to my room.
"What are you doing?"
"Writing a story Amma", my voice withered when I said so.
"Give, let me see".
You read the whole story and gave me two good papers to copy it. You could have punished or beaten me. You didn't. We both went to the post office to send it. You pretended as if you don't know how to post a letter. That was the first story which got published in 'Balvihar', a children's magazine by Chinmaya Mission. And unknowingly your pretension helped me lead a better life now. Though the scholarships never happened, both of us were glad that there is a published story of mine to cherish the past.
That book still lays somewhere in the corner of our library with the pencil marks in it. Yes, indeed you are the best Amma. I love you..
Love
Anju.
PS: This post is dedicated to all mothers around the world who stay away from their children. Thanks to the technology.
