Amma

I was in a tearing hurry today, simply because I got up late and was all messed up. The cab guy called when I was done eating hullu, stupid oat flakes man!, that silly thing I am doing to try losing weight, and I still had yummy anna huLi that amma had made and I suggested skipping it, as it was piping hot for me only (it must have been boiling, as Babu and he will tell you that I have almost no heat sensors in my throat!). She said nothing doing, cab will wait and she sent me off to the room next door with the fan running full speed (the maid was cleaning the dining hall and the maid takes preference over all else in the house you see; that is the fate we house owners have come to today, our schedules are decided by the maid/ cook/ butler as applicable) so that I could gulp down the food in a tearing hurry and she so sweetly sat down next to me till I ate it, asked if she was not on time and that is why I am in a hurry (oh hell no, she is never late and nobody can ever be more on time for her son than her) and waited so sweetly till I gulped down the yummy food; she took the plate from me and ensure I drank water and sent to on my way to office...

Somewhere deep down, I know that there is no rational reason why she has to be putting fight like this at her age, she should be the one who should be relaxing and me the one running around! How how did her generation learn to give so much, without saying a thing, never complaining, always there, always on time, even if the legs hurt, the back aches, sleep beckons, they somehow can always go on and on for the ones they love! Appa is no different, he loves with the same intensity, what happened today just triggered this blog. I just hope some of us will atleast learn to love like them, even a small portion will make our lives so much more worth it. I will always always cherish very deeply the love that I receive from my parents.

I'll try and tell them how much I cherish it more often....