I think I was in standard 1 or max 2.We didn't have a car then and our usual mode of travel was a cycle rickshaw.Dad had established a new business and that kept him away from us for days.
Like all children, I loved it when Ma came to pick me up from school and then I did not realise what an ordeal it would be for her to come all the way, just to pick me up and give me that happiness.
My school was a convent and as you entered from the front gate, there was a garden and surrounding it the driveway coming to the back gate. My happiest memories is that of seeing Ma across the garden in a pink saree. I went running to her and hugged her from the waist and she smiled and asked: "You recognised me from all that distance?" and I kissed her and replied that I would do that anywhere, with some pride in my voice.
I remember the whole scene as if it happened yesterday, even the feeling I had when I was a little girl whose greatest joy was running to her mom when she came to pick her up from school.
Somehow I never want to let this one go.
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8 comments:
This is a very beautiful memory. Never let it go ... :-)
Very sweet!
dont ever let it go!!!!!
Some memories.. are never meant to be forgotten.
Sangfroid, Geet, J: :)
:) yeah don't let it go ever!
Ani, Won't :)
aww so sweet :*
Shruti, :)
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