My Idol

My Mother is my Idol.

That woman is not just my idol but everyone who meets her and knows her. You can admire her in an instance. Her serenity, her endurance, her friendliness and her commitment to life is not commonly found in one person altogether.

She is a simple woman and yet the classiest one. Studied from a reputed college, born and bought up with 7 other siblings, and still managed to be the most amiable of all. She never worked in an office but still knows and understands the work environment better than someone who does work in office. That makes her a very easy person to talk to.

She is punctual, hardworking and has a fixed schedule since years. She prays but is not illusory, she studies a Hindi newspaper but you can talk to her about any world news and she will have enough material and facts to have a discussion.

When she falls sick, she never asks for any help, it makes her weak, she still tries to manage everything on her own. My father has lived abroad for years, and she managed all the bank work, property deals, house hold work, every cupboard in our house on her own, but of course I was there to help her sooner or later. Perhaps, could not give her as much attention as she deserved.

Her presence and her brass tacks of life are my most prized possession.

I am sure everyone’s mother is somehow similar to what mine is.
We all treat her critically in our teen years. She makes every meal with lot of considerations and we rush out of the house without even admiring her effort and her lip-smacking dishes.

Nonetheless, I always made a point of appreciating everything she cooks.

But a few years ago, I felt like even she could not help me, I was dreamy and I left her alone to pursue my selfish dream. That gave me nothing, because I caused her pain. However I came back before it was too late. Perhaps the anxiety will never leave my side. I wish I could turn back the time.

I am an agnostic, to me my god is my mother.