2018 mothers day post

 Mother's Day. 

The days have become very busy for me now; I no more want to hear stories at night; I no more need you to put a blanket on me when I am asleep. (But the pillows feel harder, I miss a lap to sleep on.)

 I have learnt to walk around the cluster of unknown people, to find ways in darkness, to count stars, to walk in thunder, to picture a rainbow, to present myself sophistically, I have also learnt to care for myself partly.

I have learnt a lot of things. 

Yes, I did; 

But, 

I did not learn to not let go of silly things, I did not learn to walk away from the falling trees, to patiently work on the broken bridges, to strengthen the sword, to use a shield, I still haven't learnt to sleep in lights, to bark in darkness, to crawl on trunks and to keep my eyes open in sun, I still haven't learnt to have an ice cream without dropping a part of it. 

You are missed, mom. 

You are badly missed in the things I haven't yet learnt, which make me sad almost every day. 

You are missed, in every slice of the extra happiness in my life. 

You are missed, in every difficult way which makes me turn back.You are missed in the crowd of audience cheering for the runners;you are missed in the losses I bear; 

you are missed in the celebration of my first view to the sky. 

You are missed. 

Trust me.

You are badly missed.