After pissing her off with my “I don’t want to socialize” thing, I got time in the evening to talk to her and we spent some good time together. She told me about the time I was born and the feelings she went through and how happy everyone was. 22 years ago about the same time, my great grandma literally danced with joy, some aunt was beating the thali with a spoon to celebrate. Then I took her to the ice-cream stall and she chose her softy and picked up random things from the memory wall. She almost took me through a ride of the day I was born she became a mother.

I obviously have no memory of the day and, as you might have noticed, no intent of celebrating the day. I was rather annoyed at her excitement for the day. Now I see why she was so excited and it makes me feel so shallow to be thinking of just myself all this while. Its the day she did a huge level up in her life.

Happy mother’s day mumma…