My Mother Is My Best Friend

I had been working and living in New Delhi since 1995. The telephone had just started arriving en masse at Patna. But we didn’t have바카라 웹사이트a landline. I used to call regularly to Mom on a neighbour라이브 바카라 number. Then, we also bought a mobile phone and calling became a daily feature. Those long-distance calls fuelled my love for Mom. In the year 2000, I returned to Patna. The mother-son bond had grown stronger.바카라 웹사이트I got married in 2005 and soon had a son. But my ‘Mom love’ continued. Meanwhile, my wife and Mom didn’t get along as happens in traditional Indian homes.바카라 웹사이트

Anyway, in 2006, I got a job and came to New Delhi, again. Now, we had mobile phones, too. My daily calls to Mom started afresh. It became such a routine that I started spending 1/10th of my monthly salary on making calls to home from Delhi; the call rates were high. But calling Mom seemed worth any money. In 2007, my wife and son joined me in Delhi at our rented room, but my daily calls to Mom continued. Soon, the calls consisted of occasional bitching about my wife.바카라 웹사이트

Towards the end of 2012, Papa left us. Now, I was with just one parent. In the void after my father라이브 바카라 demise, my love for my mother got renewed and reinvigorated. This manifested in my daily calls to her and the regular visits to Patna. In 2016, my wife went into depression over our son라이브 바카라 cerebral palsy. The following year, I turned 51 and left Delhi for good and started living with my mother at our house in Patna.바카라 웹사이트

Meanwhile, due to my wife라이브 바카라 continued differences with Mom, I had to take a separate room on rent in a nearby area called Bajrangpuri. My salary was meagre. Since Mom was getting Papa라이브 바카라 pension, she started assisting me financially: I needed some money per month to supplement our needs. However, our relationship goes deeper. She is an embodiment of care and compassion. My social media feeds have been replete with instances of our closeness: I have been chronicling the love for my mother since 2007, the year I joined Facebook. 바카라 웹사이트 바카라 웹사이트 바카라 웹사이트바카라 웹사이트
Last year in September, I celebrated my 55th birthday. My Mom doesn’t recall her exact date of birth. Apart from my love for my only son, my love for my mother comes at the second place, followed by the love for my wife. The older we get, the stronger this bond seems to be growing. May it continue for many more years: I want to see my Mom turn 100! Nobody knows what the future holds, but a man can only wish and pray. I pray for my Mom라이브 바카라 well-being every day.바카라 웹사이트