I Love you Mom....

It is about 20 years ago from the current date of post that I was born in the east of Andhra Pradesh in a small town. Like other kids, I am a normal boy with loads of naughty thoughts running through, I am called as the most notorious boy in the class (As Labbeled by my Social Teacher).The boy who makes his mother do the homework for him. I know its not that unusual at this age. But I think feeling responsible and understanding the purpose of living at the age of 15 makes the difference.

My father passed away at that time....... the time when I cut my 10th Birthday Cake. Its certainly not the right age where we get intact with the emotions. I was a bit normal but a dull kid from the rest of the class.

As time passed, everything was very well sorted.I began to realise things in the right way. The correct path... correct choice......correct timing was easy enough to judge. I passed my schooling and also my intermediate with distinction. I could always see a spark in my mother's eyes.. whenever I manage to secure good marks or achieving something good or even when I get a good conduct from my teachers... a kind of blush that moves me.... touches my heart deep. I really love to see that again and again.

It was the same spark that lead me to score high in every aspect of life. She is with me all the time during ups and downs in my life. We often eat junk foods, watch movies, visit places....... wat else I need? She is more of a friend than a mother.

Now at the age of 20, I am much comfortable with my thoughts. I find What is correct? and What is wrong in my every step. Thanks to my mother......