Almost 5.00 in the morning...
sun was yet to rise...
One could see the thin line of moonlight in the dark sky
she rushed to the Kitchen....
Arranged for making the tea..
By the time ,, the tea is prepared..she had managed to brush her teeth..and refresh herself...
Her face did not reflect any lack of sleep...she was as energetic and as fresh as if she just had a sound sleep..
There it is..
the taps were busy soon...
rinsing dishes ,,,cleaning floors......
Later she took a quick bath...
she did Not bother to dry her hair..
drops of water were still dripping from her hair...
If it were my hair dripping these drops of water,,,she would have rushed to dry me with the the dryer..
but since it's her hair..she didnt bother it...
her personal health was always secondary for her to her family's health..
She soon wrapped the sari around her...
and looked in the mirror..before she could admire herself...
ALAS! The cooker blew the whistle
The kitchen called her back
then there it was...
the vessels start making noise..the steel glass drops down...
sometimes the kitchen trolley squeaks
even amidst this busy routine she manages to do the kitchen work neatly
thre it is...
the tiffins are ready..
bottles are filled...
shirts ironed and the newpaper at the tea-table..
she rushes to the mandir in the corner of her kitchen..
lights a lamp..
by the time she joins the hands for a peaceful prayer...her children are awake...
another routine schedule of getting them ready to school...
and now...
she found time to look at herself...
in the mirror..
before her bindi is placed on her forehead...her husband calls...
she has to deliver his office materials, tiffins
after polishing his shoes....and seeing him off to office...
she is back to her kitchen...
To fetch her tiffin...
after this long tiring work at home..she is ready for her next role....TO THE OFFICE...
guessed whose story it was??
ITS THE STORY OF YOUR MOM...
INFACT THE STORY OF EVERY MOTHER
BEFORE she starts her day she has to kick start the day of every one at her house...
but the rest of the members in the family...
just get up from sleep...depend on her for their needs...and the off to work,, school...
IN OUR DAILY LIFE..WE MAY IGNORE THE CHANCE TO THANK YOUR MOTHER...
THANK HER
LOVE HER
RESPECT HER
THANKS TO YOU MY MOM....I LOVE YOU ....
sun was yet to rise...
One could see the thin line of moonlight in the dark sky
she rushed to the Kitchen....
Arranged for making the tea..
By the time ,, the tea is prepared..she had managed to brush her teeth..and refresh herself...
Her face did not reflect any lack of sleep...she was as energetic and as fresh as if she just had a sound sleep..
There it is..
the taps were busy soon...
rinsing dishes ,,,cleaning floors......
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Later she took a quick bath...
she did Not bother to dry her hair..
drops of water were still dripping from her hair...
If it were my hair dripping these drops of water,,,she would have rushed to dry me with the the dryer..
but since it's her hair..she didnt bother it...
her personal health was always secondary for her to her family's health..
She soon wrapped the sari around her...
and looked in the mirror..before she could admire herself...
ALAS! The cooker blew the whistle
The kitchen called her back
then there it was...
the vessels start making noise..the steel glass drops down...
sometimes the kitchen trolley squeaks
even amidst this busy routine she manages to do the kitchen work neatly
thre it is...
the tiffins are ready..
bottles are filled...
shirts ironed and the newpaper at the tea-table..
she rushes to the mandir in the corner of her kitchen..
lights a lamp..
by the time she joins the hands for a peaceful prayer...her children are awake...
another routine schedule of getting them ready to school...
and now...
she found time to look at herself...
in the mirror..
before her bindi is placed on her forehead...her husband calls...
she has to deliver his office materials, tiffins
after polishing his shoes....and seeing him off to office...
she is back to her kitchen...
To fetch her tiffin...
after this long tiring work at home..she is ready for her next role....TO THE OFFICE...
guessed whose story it was??
ITS THE STORY OF YOUR MOM...
INFACT THE STORY OF EVERY MOTHER
BEFORE she starts her day she has to kick start the day of every one at her house...
but the rest of the members in the family...
just get up from sleep...depend on her for their needs...and the off to work,, school...
IN OUR DAILY LIFE..WE MAY IGNORE THE CHANCE TO THANK YOUR MOTHER...
THANK HER
LOVE HER
RESPECT HER
A very true fact.. we dont realize it till we are in the same role or before its too late.. Inspiring one..
ReplyDeleteVery well written Rashmi. I thought I wrote a good story but you beat me. Very nice
ReplyDeleteNice post here Madrasi:)Happy Mothers' Day to you and to your Mother too:) She is blessed with a great daughter who will make a great Mother some day:))) Good luck!
ReplyDeletedear Hema:thanks a lot for the comment.. :-)
ReplyDeletedear A:
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot...It was your story which inspired me to write this post
thans a lot Nivedita...
ReplyDeletefeeling so happy after reading your comment...
and yeas...HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO YOU TOO
v true ...lovely:)
ReplyDeleteI see these mothers around me everyday.My wife ofcourse is so very spcik and span even now and I am so clumsy and make her day more troublesome.why?
ReplyDelete@geets: thanks
ReplyDelete@captainjohann: a mother's work is always very difficult and unending...sometimes interference of others or disturbance in her daily routine may make her day more troublesome :-)
So simple yet so extra ordinary! Brilliant! :)
ReplyDeleteGreat One dear...
ReplyDeleteThank You MOM...!!!