AMMA...

I at 25, have not stopped combating with my Ma… I have been juggling in frenzied brawl with a person who has looked after me for a very long while.

Best part of this relationship is that, after all those fights; my mom is acquainted with how to make me feel culpable even if it was her blunder. She would be nice to me, prepare food and try to chat.

"Marriage", can be the fuming subject matter that would blaze up your lungs and is lethal for your brains. Our relation has been a roller coaster. I constantly blame her for her infuriated ferociousness against me since as a kid. When I used to come back home with below average marks, it was she who used to beat me with her knife on my knuckles. Ooch!!! It hurts and within the small room of that flat there was no space of hiding or running off. And, the pain became deeper when my brother used to flash his flying colors like a victorious vindictive nasty King.

At my teenage, her nagging about my friends was an upfront argument. “You cannot go with him, what will people say? “To heck with people and society”, quoted I. Did she love me or the society more? After much commotion, I won her heart. But, beneath all this adversity lay the hand of a maestro – My Dad…

He acclaimed to be best know ME person; I was so close to him that WE were The Team. He never had an urge to have a battle against me. Poor Chap!!! he loved me and was entirely not capable to have a clash with me. After all, I was the treasured lovable first kid whom he cherished the most in his life. Yet, he the one who set flames between me and amma coz, he always bought her in front of him as his shield in the battle. Poor Ma…she never had an alternative but to have word to word encounter with me.

My anger transformed into silent ignorance for whatsoever she said… She became more enraged like a fuming volcano. But, one thing perpetually remained an unchanged factor and that was my guilt and my awkwardness to tell her, how much I love her… My habitual ignorance for being such an idiot.

I love you Amma… for being there and silently taking care of me. You have been doing all the household chores like your contractual obligation yet you never strained us to do it. And, I know you love me more than you love your son, my Niks!!! Yet our combat is a never ending unsettled wave of the turbulent sea under the gorgeous looking moonlit night.

That's my Amma who loves gardening....Mothers they always love to nuture!!!