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That day is very much vivid in my memory, I was holding a baby who was weeping inconsolably, and I did not know how to make him smile, was sobbing myself! My father saw me and said, "I couldn't imagine my bookworm daughter would make such a beautiful mother", And the doctor said, "How is it that both Mom and the baby are crying together? " That day I became a real mother, who tried to do everything in her power to raise one little human being, That tiny human being became the centre of my universe! One little being, who just came to the earth to be a part of this cosmos, to find his place. I and my Baby both grew up with one another, We were blessed with the love, the laugh, the joy, the bliss of being together! His laugh was my laugh, his cry was my cry, There was no gift comparable to the bond we had. Spending too many sleepless nights, I didn't know I was capable of, I was walking every step after him when he started toddling, I was climbing every step up the stairs after the little baby, in case he stumbled and fell, I was swinging him on the swing till he was tired, and I was exhausted, How many songs did I sing till he fell asleep? I was bursting into ecstasy with every word he babbled. Pored over Tintin stories together, and giggled, Daubed canvas with bright colours, and marvelled, at our artistic creations, Strolling on the streets licking Buskin-Robbins, And gazing with fascinated eyes at rainbow-coloured fishes and turtles floating in the aquairium! One day I realized, my baby was not a baby any more, It is time to let him fly. With immense pride I watched him soar, and thought about my mother and my grandmother, about all the mothers in the world, who had done the same in every generation.

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Date: 10/11/2020 9:10:00 AM
Mala, this is profound in its simplicity. You have captured the spirit of the little things that most mothers do when raising their children. I feel your joy as you watch your child "soar." Sending you blessings from one mom to the other.
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Malabika Ray Choudhury
Date: 10/11/2020 9:19:00 AM
Thank you so much, Sam. So delighted you enjoyed this simple poem - an outpouring of emotions of a young mother. I understand how you feel when you remember those days, and how all mothers feel! Love and hugs, Mala

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