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 Amooma..I don't remember calling you fondly or expressing much affection.. Infact I don't think I even realised the kind of affection I felt, until you were gone.. Leaving me with lots of regrets... You were right there with me for more than three decades.. and we took you for granted all those years...I miss the evening talks we used to have once in a while.. where you would remember and tell old tales from your younger days... And i would once again realise the magnitude of the struggles you have been through and realise how little my issues were in comparison..I remember how everyone used to accuse that you were partial to me among your grandchildren..I remember how you used to apply oil on my hair while I slept... And how irritated you used to be whenever I cut my hair...I remember how watchful you used to be once I entered my teenage days...I remember how you always always ensured that everyone is fed properly...I imagine how you would've scolded me for being such a lazy mother and how you would've smiled at Neelus antics...I remember and regret the hurtful things I have told you in moments of anger for silly things.. I remember the words of comfort you have offered me during my difficult days.. And how I used to find solace in them...I remember and still feel the strength you carried with you and I search for it's warmth whenever I struggle..

I remember your words that nothing will happen to your kids when you are around... And I believe that you are still around, watching over us, being our guardian angel..

I remember you whenever I face difficulties and try to keep you alive in my memories... But memories fade and hence I'm jotting down these trying to hold onto whatever is left of you..

Miss you.