Each of us choose the tone for telling his or her own story. I came into this world with lot of nice and beautiful memories of happiness. Particularly, my mother is a real mystery in this mysterious world. The early morning of my life was wonderful. There were lot of sensations and floating on the cloud. I know, many things of my mother left unspoken. The best thing she has given to me is freedom – freedom to live my life. I understand her pain and her caring.
I want to think that I have a task in life. I have a solid mission – mission of getting freedom. I want to fill the pages of my life with colors. You are my angel and only in your presence I reach the divine ecstasy.
A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.” ―Washington Irving
God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers. ~ Rudyard Kipling