Scribed #6

It was the first day of school. Her little baby was no more a baby. Pre KG. A small class yet such a big step for her daughter. 

In her neatly ironed brown uniform and a firm ponytail, her daughter looked very eager. When they had tried to explain school to her as where the “nice teachers” will teach her “ABAB”, she had spurted up in delight and clapped enthusiastically. 

Now at the door of the class, the teacher asked the parents to leave. Stooping down, she put the straps of the bag on her daughter’s shoulder. “Have fun learning ABAB”, she kissed her on the cheek. The teacher stepped in between. 

The little girl went in happily. Then suddenly stopped as if she remembered she had missed something and looked back at the door. She didn’t understand why her mother hadn’t come in with her. Her mother went with her always. 

The “nice teacher” was closing the door. Her Mamma was outside. Why wasn’t Mamma coming in? 

She stared at Mamma till the teacher closed the door completely. 

Outside, her mother stood unable to move and unable to get that image of her daughter out of her mind – round face draining of excitement and filling up with hurt; eyes that had filled with tears but not one drop had come out as she realised that Mamma was leaving her alone. 


It was the day everything was changing for her. She was getting married. Leaving the comforts of her parents to go into a new house where everything would feel uneasy. 

But it was bidayi time. She sat next to her husband in the car. As she rolled down the window to have one last look at home, she realized the only person she wanted to see was Mamma. Her home was her Mamma. 

As their eyes met, hers automatically filled with tears. She was leaving her mother, her shelter. Fear and hurt crept into her heart. But she didn’t let a single tear fall out. Instead, she smiled at Mamma. 

As the car finally took a turn and left her view, her mother let out the breath she had held for so long. 

This would be another image of her little baby she would never forget – her beautiful face in all her bridal glory; and her eyes – in her eyes she saw that this time her daughter understood why Mamma let her go….. 


Love the way U make me feel

I love the way u look at me

The way ur eyes roam over my face

The way u lift ur eyebrows

The way u stare and then smile


I love how ur smile makes me smile

I love how u take my name so softly

Almost like u are whispering it into my ears

I love how close to you it makes me feel


I want to laugh with you, cry with you

I want to punch you, I want to kiss you

I want to fight with you and then makeup with you

I want to sleep next to you and wake up next to you


I love the way u make me feel.

Babyy, u warm my heart ♥

Unconditional love?? — Reminiscing Moments

Originally posted on unsaid words: She handed over the merit list to her dad. Evreyone was asking ,why doesn’t she seem to be the happiest ?after cracking such a prestigious exam . No one knew except herself and her father that She fullfilled his dream and killed her own. And then we say parents…

via Unconditional love?? — Reminiscing Moments

This post says all that’s been on my mind for a while now..