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Mother's Day Special

"Not all superheroes wear capes" -Unknown


In today's world, we all live life in the fast lane. Gone are the days where you and I took one step at a time and stopped worrying about all these silly marks, assignments, deadlines, work in general. Now, let's pause and press rewind. Go back to where it all began. You're now a ghost, looking at your life as a timeline, as a third person. 




Your mother is screaming in pain as you break free into this world, lips pressed with determination. Your dad is jumping up and down and thanking God for the successful delivery without any complications. Then there's the family hug, where your mom is crying and holding you in her arms. 






You're two and a half years old and you've finally taken your first step. You got up to walk into your mother's arms. She hugs you tightly and whispers how proud of you she is. 





Seven years old. Your first milk tooth starts to shake, and falls off. It hurts and you cry but mom says the fairy godmother will give you a rupee if you be a good child and put it under your pillow. Now in ghost mode you finally discover that it was your mother who put those coins under your pillow. 




Eleven years old. You're in the shower and you discover the hair growing on your body. You scream and cry, fearing that you're turning into a monster. But then your mother takes you into her loving arms and comforts you, telling you that it's natural and that you have nothing to worry. You're growing up. 

Teenage, when everything spirals out of control. Now you spend most of your time out of the house with friends. Your mom wishes to spend more time with you, but family matters bore you and you escape. Every. Single. Time. Peer pressure to do stuff. Society judges you. You get a girlfriend/boyfriend. The first is always the worst. When it ends you're in your room, crying. She comes, feeds you, tells you it isn't the end of the world. She is there for you. Like always.

You're going to college and demand money before you leave. She gives you fifty rupees and you run, not even thanking her properly. Then she leaves for office, with dad. They both take a bus instead of a cab, even though they're late. Just to save money to give you. And you waste it on silly ice creams and chocolate. 

Graduation. She's in the crowd, cheering you the loudest. She whoops along with you, hugs you and is the proudest person on the planet. Now you realize the amount of tears she's shed for you. You feel guilty for not thanking her enough today. 




You're married and you have your own children to take care of. Mom wants to go out, but you say you have work. Then spouse's shopping. Children's school. Never ending meetings. No time. She stays ignored. But she doesn't mind. She loves you. 

She tries to help you out around the house. Ends up hurting herself because she's elderly and weak now. Instead of understanding the gesture you scream at her for being foolish for trying something. Now the tears are of sadness, but she doesn't say a word. 



Now ghost-you, do you think that you've thanked your mom enough in your life? If you feel you haven't, don't wait. Return to your time, and make that change. Wake up and see the immense sacrifices your mother makes for you everyday. Let her know that she isn't taken for granted. Make her feel special and above all, try and understand that everything she does, she does it for you. You don't need an occasion or a red carpet inviting you to do so, but if you're still looking for one, look no further. Today's mother's day. Cheers to all moms out there! Hope y'all had a wonderful day.

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