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MA OH MA!!

It's Mothers Day, the day the West commemorates mothers by showering them with compliments and gifts. And we in India have, over the last few years, warmed up to the idea of honouring our mothers for the incessant sacrifices they make throughout the year. But aren't our mothers worth much much more than just a day's recognition?

The first loving presence that warmed us, the first face we started to recognize, the first hand that held us through our troubles, the first shoulder we cried on......., the list is endless. How can we ever begin to thank that presence which is next only to the Almighty for most of us. She never even expects us to turn around and say thank you, for that matter.

Whatever we say to or do for our mother pales in comparison to what she does for us. All she asks for, in return, is that we stay safe, secure and loved. Of course there are overbearing and dominating mothers, who are known to crush their offspring with the weight of their expectations. But those are not really mothers, for mothers are characterized by their want for their child's well being and nothing else. There is no adulteration and conditionality in a mother's love.

As a daughter, I salute my mother for her limitless love and support, and for being the inspiration she is in my life. As a mother, I resolve to recognize that my child is unique and has the infinite capacity to become what she is worthy of. She only needs the nurturing hand.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!

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