The everlasting forgiveness, intense love, passionate endurance of my mother has made her the truest friend in my life. When she appears with a red thick bordered saree and a red blouse, I smell the fragrance of infinite peace, which reveals through all her calm and quiet personality.

It is my mother, who taught me very early to believe I could achieve any accomplishment I wanted to, the first was perhaps to walk without holding her hands .

The best part is that she always tries to extricate me from her shadows and inspires me to face the real world. My endless string of questions put her immense patience to test, but she never fails to satiate my gregarious eyes and mind.

My life becomes without water, when I stay away from my mother.

Her instinctive philosophical talks always inspire me the most when I find her to counsel me to dissipate the clouds of darkness, which surrounds me often and I am sure that her divine will cling to me even if everybody else deserts me.

The paradox is that I can not make her rejoice, when she falls in a bad frame of mind excepting offering her an ice cream, which she loves most.

I feel very frequently that her divine love becomes uniform even to my other family members also, thus making her an icon in our family. I have found that even the other members of my family also admire her. The only negative of my mother is she gets highly annoyed, if anybody refuses to eat something, which she has served. I have heard from my mother that even George Bush telling that his mother used to feed him broccoli, the way I will never forget that my mother insists me in taking karela in my lunch, to my utter dislike.

If I become too naughty, I can find her face to grow red, which becomes absolutely crushing emotionally and personally for me, even then I feel her bottomless forgiveness spring from the deep recesses of her heart.

Seasons mold, enchanting infancy fades, flowers droop, but the continuous passion of my mother towards me outlives all