A mother is the first teacher to her child. She portrays the world in her own way. And the child grabs it without questioning. If she says it is day then it is and when it is night then it has to be the night. But a mother is the best and my mother is no different.My mother is a true beauty as she smiles even when the world is dark. Her beauty is not only visible but also felt in the power of her resistance.
From the earliest of my memories, I remember her as my cushion that gives me comfort in the darkest times as well as in the happiest times. She has always been my Santa who gets anything at any time of the day. Until my teen years, I never bothered to know that how does she manage it all so well? She is blessed to be the Laxmi of the house in a true sense. I never heard her saying that there’s a shortage of funds.
At that time, I never bothered about the reality of life.
Life is not bed of roses but we make one
I grew up thinking that my mother’s life is totally simplified. I never knew that she works hard to make it one. When I stepped into her shoes; had my own family, I came face to face with reality. I saw her beauty within; the beauty that gives her the strength to smile even in the darkest of times. She knows that she is being followed closely. The preachings have to be followed too.
I am an observant writer and motivational blogger. My blog is the true reflection of my soul. It spreads happiness and shows ways to smile even when time tests you.
Organising effectively and managing time makes me productive. Over the years, I have become calm. I am clear of my goal and this makes my journey smooth. Currently, the focus is to win anger and use the power of the subconscious mind to control my brain.