DAY 141

Mom and I share a close bond.
There are numerous little things that makes me think of her.

When I need a hug.
When I feel weepy.
When I am hurt.

When I want to share a win.
When I want to share a laugh.
When I wan to share a secret.

When I see a loving home.
When I see lost and lonely strays on the road.
When I see old and invalid beggars at street corners.

When I get a whiff of jasmine
When I inhale the sweet scent of a red rose
When I feel the aroma of a hot meal.

I think of her when I see
gardens
beautiful piece of art
small hand crafted work
mundane but cute steel vessels
lovely crockery and cutlery

Myriad things remind me of her.
Because it is she who introduced me to life in this world.

There is a world around me and in me.
A world that my mom has made beautiful for me -with her wisdom, with her mistakes, with her love, with her anger, with her tears, with her laughter, with her sacrifices, with her compromises, with a heart and her soul.

Above all a world that she's made beautiful for me by just being human - good and bad.

And it is but a wonderful day to say to her - I love you mom

PS: SMALL OIL CANS USED TO STORE COOKING OIL, AS THE ONE SEEN IN THIS PIC, REMINDS ME OF NOTHING AND NO ONE BUT MY MOM. THESE SMALL THINGS ARE HER HUGE WEAKNESS :) YEAH, SHE IS WEIRD, JUST LIKE ME.