There are so many things I wish I had said to my mother. Too many emotions and thoughts I left un-worded and unspoken. And now, she is gone. I want to believe in afterlife. I want to believe that she can hear me talk to her. I’d like to believe that what I am about to write will somehow reach her. Some of the things I could not tell my mother when she was alive…
I am extremely proud of you. My heart swells with pride when I hear people talk about what a dedicated academician you are. I want to turn around and tell them that you are the best mother a girl can ask for. I think you are gorgeous. You smell like all the good things in life. You laugh like a girl, and you have fabulous skin for someone who has never really been to a spa or a beauty salon. Your eyes are what I miss in myself. I wish I had them. They shine with pure and simple joy when you are happy, and become a bottomless ocean of sadness when you are hurt. I love the way you dress up. Your crisp, cotton saris and long hair make you look like God’s favorite angel. You look so dignified sitting in your office, officiating as your college’s Principal. I love the way you tell stories. I am in awe of your knowledge of world’s religions and philosophies. I wish you had done your PhD. I know you wanted to. I think you made the best Rajma-Rice in the world. You sang so beautifully. I really, really wish I had your voice. I wish I had something of your apart from memories and regrets. I wish I had called you more often, and taken you out to where I thought you’d love to eat. I wish I had bought you lots of chocolates and made you eat them. I wish we had taken a trip abroad, together. Just the two of us. I wish I had made you read some of the books I liked and read some of the books you loved. I wish I had read up more on what was happening to you. I wish I had watched some more movies with you, and told you some more stupid jokes. I wish I had stayed by your side when you needed me most.
I would give anything to spend just one more day with you. I have all this love inside me that was meant for you. And now, you are gone. I wish you were still around. I miss you.............
I am extremely proud of you. My heart swells with pride when I hear people talk about what a dedicated academician you are. I want to turn around and tell them that you are the best mother a girl can ask for. I think you are gorgeous. You smell like all the good things in life. You laugh like a girl, and you have fabulous skin for someone who has never really been to a spa or a beauty salon. Your eyes are what I miss in myself. I wish I had them. They shine with pure and simple joy when you are happy, and become a bottomless ocean of sadness when you are hurt. I love the way you dress up. Your crisp, cotton saris and long hair make you look like God’s favorite angel. You look so dignified sitting in your office, officiating as your college’s Principal. I love the way you tell stories. I am in awe of your knowledge of world’s religions and philosophies. I wish you had done your PhD. I know you wanted to. I think you made the best Rajma-Rice in the world. You sang so beautifully. I really, really wish I had your voice. I wish I had something of your apart from memories and regrets. I wish I had called you more often, and taken you out to where I thought you’d love to eat. I wish I had bought you lots of chocolates and made you eat them. I wish we had taken a trip abroad, together. Just the two of us. I wish I had made you read some of the books I liked and read some of the books you loved. I wish I had read up more on what was happening to you. I wish I had watched some more movies with you, and told you some more stupid jokes. I wish I had stayed by your side when you needed me most.
I would give anything to spend just one more day with you. I have all this love inside me that was meant for you. And now, you are gone. I wish you were still around. I miss you.............
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