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I Love Sindhu

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I grew with her, i played with her, I read with her, learnt from her, fought with her, cursed her yet she never left me behind in hardships. She is not only my mother, not at all lone my grand mother. She is both, mother of all mothers, a real essence of Motherhood. I wonder Motherly Love has described just from her. Though my mom is my first teacher, she is the best one. She is My father, GrandFather who never let me go down even in my thoughts ever inspiring. Though my father taught me stories of life, she showed me what real life is. She is my never breaking companion who taught me friendship, love and passion. When I followed it she gave me the worst situations to face, hated her because of this. yet smiled at me with a sigh of deep relief which I never understood then. She poked me for my incompetency. So,Insulted her all alone my life not giving a thought why am I. She left me with so many wounds without letting me know she is on her death bed. I hated her for cutting my wings to fly without the realisation of the cause for my run to conquer this world. Many told me She is a Bastard, a fool, dishonest, a prostitute too. Ignorant me nodded them Without letting my heart and mind coordinate leaving her as everyone did. Thought, i will now be happy mistaking satisfying one's ego is happiness. But, when I met with a coincidence accident and seen none beside me. When I fell so far from what I am blocking all my senses. just a word of Echo 'Credibility??' Pinched me where the very first time my eyes got introduced to tears melting smog in my heart peeping into my soul, the other me whispering 'Sindhu is only mine'.
Stubbing me now say 'I love Sindhu' please don't laugh at me as always.
Hope, I revert back to her one day with the service she rendered to me


(Sindhu- India's other name(in the past). Fortunately my other name(in the past) too)

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