Thousand miles away , in a far far away land .. when it rains suddenly … , when the kettle boils and aroma of sweet tea is everywhere.. when you run to collect the wet cloth to dry them on your window sill..remember me oh mother. as i would be looking through my window, thinking about our last rain together …
Thousand miles away .. when the moon peeks from the clouds ..when the tides get high , when the the warm , sultry air whispers in your ear ..remember me oh mother , as i would be singing the old melody which we often sang together..
Thousand miles away .. when you see a child cry , when the mother holds her tight to sing a lullaby to make her sleep ..remember me, oh mother as i would be trying hard to sleep , tossing and turning in my bed waiting to be caressed by your soft hands , making me calmer…
Thousand miles away .. in a far far away land .. when you rest your head on the pillow .. when you think about me .. Don’t cry my dear mother as i would always be inside you .. am a part of you , the small part where you have kept all your love in a bundle .. the softest , warmest part of you …
miss you ..
come soon …
namrataTanmay
yehzindegi 
What a beautiful post. The writing so descriptive I can smell the sweet tea. And I can feel the love you hold for your mother leap off the page. Thank you for sharing.
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Thanks a lot .. this appreciation means a lot to me.. i really miss her a lot 😦 .
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This is so beautiful. I’ll share it with my mom .
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