Oceans and graveyards

I don’t usually post my amma on mother’s day. Not because i love her any less, but because loving her has never felt like something that belongs to just one day. She’s a part of my everyday life so naturally that sometimes i forget people don’t know how much of me exists because of her. My amma loves in the quietest ways. In cut fruits beside me while i’m studying, in asking if i ate even when she’s tired herself, in staying awake until i am done studying late night, in remembering the smallest things i mention once and forget later. She has spent years turning sacrifice into routine and love into something so gentle that you almost miss how much of herself she gives away every single day. And i think that’s what gets me sometimes. How daughters grow up assuming their mothers will always be there, always understand, always forgive. There were days i spoke carelessly because i was overwhelmed, days i stayed distant without realizing she was waiting for just a few minutes of my time. But...

Dearest Amma, As I sit here under the soothing glow of the moon, my heart is filled with so many emotions, all of which remind me of the wonderful journey we've cherished together. You have been my sun, my guiding star, and the solid foundation on which I established my dreams. Your love is like a masterpiece, created with sacrifice, strength, and a devotion that knows no limits. It has carried me through life’s storms and lit up my darkest moments with hope. I’ve seen the quiet battles you’ve fought, the sleepless nights you’ve endured, and the endless effort you’ve poured into creating a brighter future for me. Even when you chose not to talk about your struggles, they quietly became the backbone of our family’s strength and pride. Mom, you are the strongest person I know, wrapped in the kindest and most selfless love. As a single mother, you’ve shown me what true resilience looks like and how beautiful courage can be. Even when the world seemed doubtful, your heart spoke loud...

Dear mumma, No words can ever describe what and how I feel about you. Yet I wish I could tell you in all the ways I can. Cheers to you for being my mom. Cheers to our endless fights. Yes endless indeed.  Happens every freakin time. You're special, but sometimes insanely crazy,  unforgettable and of course my fake sister figure. Mom you're truly an inspiration. You taught me to be been patient, not to cry and face my things on my own and whatnot. You've taught me a lot. You've taught me everything you could. And you know, I'm that kid, everyone wish they had.  But sadly, they ain't got me cause I'm yours always mommy. And yeah I know I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me but anyways, I am thankful for everything you've done till date. I'm sorry for being rude sometimes to you. I'm sorry for not listening to you sometimes. I may not be a perfect daughter but I will definitely gonna be perfect, one day. Although I know I...