My Daughter is My Mother

My Daughter J is My Mother

I maintain my own blog and here is my lady who always asks to write a post about her in my blog. Here I go, I am single, I don’t have a daughter, but definitely I want to write about my mother who in fact acts like my daughter. She is naughty, stubborn and big time liar. She laughs, lives her life to fullest so what if world is burning, she knows to live her life in smiles. Open her mouth you get 1 lie. We fight, I shout at her, she cries, doesn’t speak for months then one fine day  I myself call up, her first question would be ‘You shouted at me that day’ and I apologize and then everything gets normal. She is very very stubborn.

She doesn’t ask for any big things.  She is an artist. She gets best out of thrash. Flowers with tissue paper, leftover soap and what not. She asks for petty things. Color paper, fevicryl paints, mud pots everything to fulfill her hobby. She creates flower vases with waste bottles at home. She keeps doing many things like this painting, embossing, tailoring, gardening, cooking. Her interests are not one but everything revolves around her small world, Our Home.

She cribs like a kid. Ziddhi hein. I say I need a dress, she will take all pain to stitch it on her own. Though not perfect she wants me to wear just becoz she stitched it. She is tired but she cooks, too spicy to handle but she wants me to eat because she cooked it. I say my Bhabhi cooks well, she will cook same stuff and asks for feedback. She doesn’t want me to praise anyone other than her. We had potluck she cooked 1kg of curry and sweet paratha and gave it to me asking me to tell people that she cooked. I said I want to paint my room, she comes with a paint and roller and paints on her own. Patchy but she is happy because she did it for meJ

I used to travel, she wants to come to airport, not to see me off, but she likes to see the lights in airport. She loves to see flight takeoff and landing. She enjoys very little things. Too kiddish and annoying to handle. She cannot adjust. She needs everything to be perfect. Go on a trip she wants nice room, with AC, she needs car and she needs something or other to munch to keep her busy. She can’t handle her tickets, she needs me around, she wants to buy stuff but she doesn’t have a penny, because I am her pocketJ.

She is very annoying most of the times. Ask her not to wash hands in plate in hotel she does it and gives a cheeky smile. Tell her not to throw waste paper on road, she throws and smiles. In a busy road, in a speed she wants you to stop and buy her flowers for her plait. You want to sleep, she will wake up and keeps watching movie in mute so that I don’t wake up. She snores whole night and in morning 5am she wakes me up and says she couldn’t sleep whole night. She walks 100times unnecessarily in and out watering, cleaning portico and by eod she says she is too tired as there was so much work. She messes her house on her own and cleans it up. She wears anklets that makes so much noise and she keeps walking at home, she never sits peacefully. Man she never likes to change her lifestyle. You crib her about this she cries. Yes like a kid my mother sits on my neck.

 Though she is so immature I love her to my death and one big thing that inspires me about her is, she didn’t grow up in luxury, she never had gold with her though many had, just one silk saree for every family function. She never craved or felt jealous of people who were rich. She is just a happy go merry kind of person. Now she has everything but nothing has changed. She is still the same kid. We are 5childern at home, but in actual we are 7kids at home. Including my dad and mom. She is my inspiration who tells me to hell with the world and be good and be happy. Have coke and pizza watch TV9. This is her life tats itJ a real woman.