There was this young girl, who had dreams of becoming a great artist….
Time flew by she started painting – she painted on pillow covers, glass panes, window sill, anything she could unleash her creativity.
Time flew by, she got married, became a mom of two adorable kids,
She poured her heart and soul into her motherhood, forgot all her ambitions, goals and dreams- just to raise her two kids.
Time flew by- her kids became teenagers, she was there for them, the pillar of strength, the beacon of hope, the guide when they lost their way.
Time Flew by the kids got married, the seasons changed, they moved to another country, she was there always there patient, warm and kind.
(I am telling you the story of my mother.
Even now, whatever happens the first thing I do is call my mom, even for a silly little thing- to ask how much salt to add to the chicken preparation. )
Time flew by she had grand kids, and Mother Nature itself honored her passion for art.
My Son is good in art. The other day I was cleaning his shelf, I found an old book, full of fancy writing. The book was upside down, when I turned it over, I was amazed.
It was dedicated
To
Ammni
My son had dedicated it to my mother, my eyeballs became sweaty. I think that this is the best gift I can ever give her. Her dreams are still thriving, her hopes have flourished and it will be passed on safely to the generations to come.
Take care,
Swarnam
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Take care,
Swarnam
Swarnam
