Time goes on. I used to wonder how could I leave it all behind when I keep coming back to it. How do I make a new beginning when I always carry the old memories?
Now I know. When I return, it no longer is the same thing. It has all changed. It is the same and yet it is all different. Or is it me ? Am I just looking at it in a new way ? Don't know.
Wish you many more happy birthdays bhai..
" The pain passes but the beauty remains. " Pierrre- Ausguste Renoir
For the past few days I have been on a low, for various reasons which I don’t want to pen down here. And since yesterday I have not been feeling too well either. And more than any other time I miss my mother the most in these times.
My Mum. Never gives up, never takes no for an answer, my biggest supporter, my biggest critic. I realized that as you grow up, you take their constant love, questions, nagging and well just about everything for granted. But know they make your world not just a better place, but the place to be in. They too know that being away from them; you’re going to miss everything about them.
Mummy always says: 'You’ll realize your mother's value when she's not around.’
Well, you know what I don't like to admit but actually love most about Mums, especially mine is that they're always right!!!!
I am missing my mother. Big time..
