Swings of a rhapsodic mind

The sands of time slip past as the bus catches motion My rough untamable hair whirls unbound The glass pane gets rain kissed I slowly let rain drops settle in my face I inhale the smell of dust settling in the parched May afternoon The world looks green yet a distant gloom overshadows Is it the pain of my heart or pain of the woods? I seek not the answer Questions! I have stopped believing in them I pull my scarf over my head as I prepare to jump a puddle of water I kick past the sand grains A gypsy in me learns to hum a tune I no longer hold the sands of time!

It was decades back when a story was born. Tiny little smiles had blessed her life. Life suddenly had started holding meaning. The very first day that she saw her princess, she lay awake the whole night looking at her, refusing to let go off her sight even for the tiniest of a second. She was amazed, amazed at how she would be called a mother! Days went rolling and in years, she taught her little one lessons from life. They went on to become the best of friends. From sharing a chocolate bar to heartbreaking events, they both have braved it all. Life hasn't been smooth for both of them, they have been through the crest and troughs and sailed through them. No special day on Earth can suffice to thank a mother. To understand your mother, you need to understand yourself for you are just a part of her. #Mother'sday