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Silver-haired woman

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She walked close by

checking her closely

she touched her hands

it was different unlike other skins she touched

the skin had so many wrinkles, yet soft

she loved to watch her move around

her silver hairs were her major attraction

she caressed the silver lines tenderly

she popped on the bed, to get a closer look

she was received with a smile

from the old face

she got down from the bed,

and played with her stick

talking to her endlessly for hours

yet she never knew that none of her words could reach her ears

she lingered around her, playing and smiling at her

she smiled at her glimpse

and enjoyed being her great-grandchild.

The wait for the life to bloom

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Amidst nature, on the lonely bench, among the crowd, she sat

gazing at the amazing nature, wondering how God created everything so beautiful around her

She sat recollecting her fond memories, her memories that created a new her

a new life

a new perspective

a new vision

as she closed her eyes, enjoying her most lovable moments

she recollected the warmth of his arms and the love in his eyes

In the most memorable moments in their life

he asked her ” I want to have a life with you, I want a life out of you that is created with all our love”

All she could do was smile and say “yes” to him

And as she opened her eyes, there he was caressing her womb, the life that was growing inside her

the love creation, the love that bonded them forever

she sat near him, resting her head on his shoulders, and he caressed her hair and arms

giving her the comfort and strength she needed

the joy of becoming parents from life partners was an amazing joy.

Every moment, their love doubled, the way he looked at her changed

There was love in his eyes and respect

She could fall in love with him again and again

The joy of welcoming their pulse of life was at its highest

The wait for the moment to being parents was the amazing moments of life.

Her womb protected the life and his hands gave the warmth needed.

Together they waited for the flower of life to bloom.

Like a leaf swaying in the wind

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The wind was little on the higher side, the coldness of the air was tempting her to move closer to him. She sat behind him, resting her cheek on his shoulder, looking at him, through the mirror on his bike. She hugged him tightly, feeling all the warmth in that chilling climate.She didn’t want to loosen her finger, in that tight grip, Whenever the bike stopped, he looks at her, in the mirror and smiled, a smile that brought in thousands of tantalizing memories in her alive.

As they sped through the busy roads, he held her hands, at times, squeezing it in between and pulling her closer to him. She knew that she wanted to be with him forever. They didn’t speak much, but their words were flowing uncontrollably from heart to heart.

She smiled every second their thoughts met, and he could sense the love in every hug she pressed her soul onto his. She giggled at some thoughts, and at times, she was smiling. The smile on her face just grew larger with even more fond memories.

She could spend hours with him, without keeping track of her clock. Every second she cherished with him, was precious for her. They were connected to each other like magnets, some inseparable force played to keep them swaying like a leaf in the wind.

A leaf is caressed by the wind, it sways when there is a breeze, when it is stronger it plucks it off the roots, letting it smoothly flow down to the earth, at times swiftly, the wind carries it in the hands, and fly off to far off places.The relation is intense, because the wind could destroy the leaf, yet it knows how to handle the soft brittle body in the rustiness of the wind, out of love.

She felt as if she was the leaf carried away by the wind into the world of unknown. Yet she followed it with deep passion and challenged her existence even if the wind was at time uncontrollably strong.

Her love was unconditional, she would do anything her heart agreed to. She wanted to be the last leaf of his life, giving him everything she ever had and taking all his love that was flowing into her soul.

All she could feel was the uncontrollable attraction towards him, the love that never faded with years or with any other obstacles. Even distance could not take away her soul from his and his soul from hers. She could blindly follow his footsteps, as she knows love is blind, the heart sees it all and feels it to the core.

She never wanted a special day to feel she was his forever. For her, every single second was imprinted for him.

Happy Valentines Day.

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Being mommy

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I was looking through old photographs of my lovely little daughter after her arrival in our life. 

The moment she was born, I was so excited to see her, I forgot all the pain and tension and the world around me. It was only her , seeing her well lit face , brought sunshine into my life. I touched her hands and legs tenderly ,so soft and smooth. Her eyes all closed as she was sleeping in my arms, I wanted her beside me in my arms forever.

Whenever I hear her sounds, I was excited. When she cries, I sit wondering how to calm her cry because I never knew what to do , and of course my mom came for rescue in such situations. I was learning being a mother, how to do , what to do and when to do.

Its true that whenever a child is born a mother is born too, and mothers are learning in every stage how to be a better mom. All mothers love unconditionally their kids , and I realize how much I love her whenever I look into her eyes , I can see the happiness , the protectiveness , the  love , the care  , the feel  and when I hold her closely to my heart. 

First few weeks were totally a mess in my life, never knew where to start , and what to do, and by following the expert advises from  my mom and grand mom , I could succeed to little bit.

The sleepless nights ,the wetting beds , all those troubles transforms into loving memories , when our kids grow up and it becomes the best stories in life which we lived through. All mothers feel so proud to tell about their kids, how they are are , what they are . For every Mother , their kid will be the naughtiest and the sweetest and cutest. 

Love to all  mothers . Motherhood is a true blessing.