May 6, 2011 2 Comments
I am trying to come up with words to describe my Amma on Mother’s day. There is so much to write, I am running short of words. That is how, I guess, all the mom’s out there make us feel. But I don wanna write about all the mom’s out there. This one is for my Amma.
When I think of writing down the moments I had with my Amma, I remember the fights, the laughs, the gossips, the cries, the screams and more of the fights we had. 🙂 Yes, we fought a lot, from a silly comb to a silly remote. Another reason for our fights – her criticism. Mom’s are the best critics. Even though she was right always, I used to hate being criticized. Frankly, who does like it? Read more of this post