WITH YOU, MAA WITHOUT YOU, OH MAA!

I have been trying all that I can do to describe my mother. How can I forget all that she taught me about life love and more love? Wasn't she a much greater teacher than any of the teachers who have taught me lessons about life? Wasn't she even greater than God who I have been believing in for as many years as I have been living? Wasn't she more beautiful than all the woman I have seen, met lived with, try to love, understand and have failed? Wasn’t she a simple but very powerful challenge for God, the god in whom she had all the faith in and believed in, even though he did not listen to her prayers, calls and cries? Wasn't she a mother who was a glorious example for other mothers to follow? Wasn't she a good daughter, a great sister and a saviour for all those who needed her help and she gave help to all those who needed help without asking any questions and without thinking about whether they deserved help or not? On August 18th last was her 101st birthday and even as I think about her life, which was cut short by her God(?) Cut short when she was only forty-five years old and had many other ambitions and dreams to fulfill. I wish to make one more effort to sing the praises of my Maa because the more I praise her the more I want to praise her. This little book is my offering and my prayer to my mother on her birthday.