My Mother 

The unique figure in the universe and the most powerful term in abstracts is ‘Mother’ , a wonderful gift of god. The best cook and the best teacher is the mother whose lap is the safest place in the creation and whose hand-touch is softest in life, the best cook of the world whose hand-cooked food can’t be compared and the best HR manager who cares each member of a family and also the chief accounts officer of the domestic set-up. ‘Mother’ is said to be superior to even heaven. Mother is a creator and a good nurse. She is the symbol of love, affection and of whatnot. She is the best agency between family members and god. But is regretting that some of our mothers are undermined and even tortured. Let us be with them to protect the purity and sanctity of mother.

I am lucky and blessed to have my mother named Yogeswari, a 30 years-old lady. At the same time I sympathise with those who for God’s will are deprived of their mother’s. As simple as a lady can be, she wears simple  costumes, but as rich as ‘Kubera’ is she in her behaviour.



I have learnt from her that early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy and wise. By six, she is ready with tea for father after sweeping, cleaning, and finishing her odd work of the day. She awakes and orders me to finish odd work and get ready for school.

Though scientifically unjustified, she spends a good deal of time adoring the photos of god and goddesses with flowers and chanting inaudible prayers mainly for the success of mine and that of my father. At noon, when i am back at home, i see her busy either in stitching clothes or feeding domestic animals.