~~~A letter to the sweetest person in the world~~~. Review on Mother's Recipe Pickles

Disclaimer: This review is not much on the pickle, but on mother…though I will touch the topic in between.

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Ma….Mum…Amma….probably the first words come out of our mouth. May be we have called her from the womb…we might have cried inside the womb, when we got some pain…"mama…." She struggled to lay straight in the bed, but adjusted the sleeping posture for us… We might have played in the womb…hitting now and then. She surely might have enjoyed it. We come out giving her the greatest pain. She said she forgot the pain seeing our nice face. We were not happy. We come from the comfort of the womb to a difficult world. The nurse cut our physical connection to our mother, but our mother pulled us closer to her.

Now we could see her face. She feed us when we were hungry. Once our stomach is filled we gave a nice smile back to her. She gave a sweet kiss on our cheek. We gave her a repeated beating on her face with our spongy hands. We broke her night sleeps so many times. She was all the way caring us. She was the only one we trusted in the beginning. We played with everybody. When we are sick we only trusted her. She was spending sleepless nights when we were sick. Once we started moving by ourselves we move around to make her life more difficult. She encouraged us to walk. It is not that she said nice things every time. When she shouted at us, we strangely looked at her with twisted lips…she came as a nice kiss on our lips. As we started running, we made her run after us all around the house and inside it. We hide in places which she could not find. She searched for us.

She was eager to send us to the School. She checked what the teacher taught us. She was there to help us in learning even after her work, either at home or in office. Still she found time to care us. Before she takes her coffee she feed us with milk. When somebody disturbed us in school, she was their as our warrior. She cared our teenage. She helped us to grow up as a big boy/girl. We were still attached to her, though we try to hide something from her as well. She was worried, but she had a non-moving believe in us. She had ten tongues wherever she talks about us. When we win a prize, did a good performance…she was there to proclaim our glory. She got pained when we started making our decisions against her wishes. Still she understood that it is our life and we have to make our decisions. It doesn't give her peace, still she allow us to be ourselves. She was concerned when we start thinking of marriage. She wanted us to have the best alliance possible, though we opted for our choices. She was there to take our side to father. When we got married and got our children, she allow herself to revisit her days she spent to care us and took care of our children….Ma…this day is for you…I love you mum…you are special.

(Mother's pickle is an average pickle. I like it as an ordinary pickle like Priya pickle, Tasty Buds or Eastern pickle. I like the mango pickle from Mother's lot. For lemon, I like Priya. Mother's pickle is spicy…tasty…comes in different varieties. The pricing is quite reasonable….but I like it only after the pickle made my mother. I like pickles very much and my mother knows it very well. She even sent it over here with whoever comes from that side, though I insist not to send it so that it will not burden them. The cut mango, tender mango, raw lemon, dried mango slices with beef….Mother's pickle is no match to pickles made my mother…still I like it since it bring memories of the pickles made by mother. Mother's pickle, I salute you for knowing the personal touch food can be attached to and you have touched the cord of our heart. We do not know if you have cared the product like a mother care her children. Look at the picture. Di you cared the pickle the way the mother hold the child? We believe in you.) That's for the pickle part of the review.)

I know a day for our mother is not good enough. I know many have reservations giving a day for anything. (Mother, Father, Brother, Sister, Teacher, Labourers, lovers, children, Flowers….even pencil day and rubber day may come up, if it is not there already.) I will not however waste a chance to look at the part of my soul which is so loving and caring. No individual in this world has ever cared me like she did. I am sure that might be the case with you people as well. I only wish to spend some good times with her when I am young and she is in good health.

I know there are mothers who struggle to fulfill their children's needs along with their own health. There are mothers who break their career to take care of their children. There are few who do not know the meaning of motherhood and defaming the position with their deeds, but ignorance from their part cannot be generalized.

What is the best you can give to the mother for whatever she gave to us? I feel it is love and love only. The rest everything will come as attachment. I take this opportunity to wish all who are already possess motherhood. Be proud of one. Grow your children to the fullest and you will be celebrating the motherhood though out. For others, return the grace to your mother she gave to you without postponing it for ever. Lyla…Sujata…Sonika…Shanti…(Abha…you have to wait for next year, technically… I am sure I missed many…sorry it is my ignorance…but) be proud to be a mother.

Your mother lives in you. Your mother's dream is you. You should reach great heights to fulfill your mother's dream. If your mother left any dream, take it as yourself and dare to complete it. Mother is creation…she is the earth…she is life…we live in her…

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