The way you seem like you will never give up.
The way you finally give up, with the blanket in air and a slap on my back.
The way you make my favourite breakfast daily: omelettes.
They way you abhor eggs and cannot stand the smell.
The way you never complain.
The way you're addicted to your saas-bahu sagas, fultoo updated with all the plots.
The way you never understand cricket, however much I try.
The way we watch the game together when I'm home.
The way you never like my haircuts, my sideburns or my goatee.
The way you never understand the concept of low-waist jeans.
The way you always think I'm the cutest kid on the planet.
The way you always try to teach me manners and make me look like I belong to the same species. The way you always think I've lost weight when I come home, including the time when I had gained a good 7kgs.
The way you always pulled the purse's strings when Dad tried his best to spoil me. How I hated you then! The way you explained to me the perils of smoking when He told his cigarette tales from college. The way you never let us know till things got better again that the family income was zero for three years. The way you never needed anything for yourself. The way you never took sides when we fought and taught me how to face the bullies (read: sisters). The way you always let me have the best coffee mug. The way you always cut me the biggest slice of the cake.
The way you accepted the fact that getting into fights is my way of life. The way you always chided me when the teacher complained of yet another "kaarnaama" at school and then lovingly explained the way things should be.
The way you pretended that you didn't notice that empty bottle of beer in my room that day.
The way you realize my handicap at expressing my gratitude/love/respect to anyone orally. The way you never expect me to greet you on the phone and still bless me everytime.
I've never told this to you and I probably never will: I love you, Ma!
It was her birthday yesterday. As always (literally, always), I forgot about it till 1pm.
Plan: Sleep till 2. Go to eat at 2. Go to class at 2.30. Get a gift for her at 4. Leave for home at 4.30.
Action: I overslept and woke up at 6. Couldn't even go home.
Biggest loser ever!