At the dawn of the year, as I saw myself walking into the thirties, I realised, that bound by the year, my mother and I could well be a childhood math puzzle. My mom turns twice as old as me, today. As a child, it is hard to write about one's mother beyond all the motherly things she does. For most part of my childhood, I grew up idolising my father, and finding him, in so many things I did. It is only as I grew older, I acknowledge, there's more of my mother in me than I realise(d); our cheekbones to begin with. My mother is the first strong-willed woman in my life. My parents were college sweethearts. Their story began then. Love marriages weren't considered very appropriate in those times, and yet my mother, the eldest of 4 siblings, stormed her way into one. That draws me to say, my mother is a romantic. Aai listens. Not just in the way we all talk to our mothers, and share our woes. She has this way with people. She makes strangers pour out their hearts in fi
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