To dearest Man Of Mission,
I never knew what “Man of mission” actually meant (I still
don’t) but since it is a term you use for yourself.. I bet it means something really
awesome because, that’s how incredible you are. I don’t know where to start. To
go forward or backward... To start from the times when I used to lisp “kichaa
mama” in my baby voice, or from when you turned out to be the biggest
inspiration of my life…
You talk on the phone for barely 30 seconds but you care for
us exponentially more than that. You get us out of intangible situations, calm people
when they get hysteric, and work hard towards whatever you want to achieve. You
give me the courage and the confidence that I can do everything and be anything
I want. “Never worry about the result as long as you have put in 100% of your
effort.” This is what you have always
said. As I begin realizing the value of every statement you utter, I feel
lucky.. And I get into the “Gosh! Mama is just so right!” mode.
I have had the fun of my life with you mamu, travelling
around so many places, experiencing the best stuff life has to offer. I still
remember crying at your wedding yelling, “When mama has his own babies, he won’t
love me anymore.” And I laugh so so hard now, remembering those days. Well, this
blog post can never entirely contain my emotions for you, and how much you mean
to me..
Cheers !To all the soda bottles, submission moves, the one
happy family dance, adisayam water rides, and tons of memories I will clutch on
to forever.. Happy birthday mama, Love you loads..
