Life and death...

Such is the irony of life and death. I am grieving the death of my mother and celebrating the birth of my son. In the labor room, I remember crying so hard.. it was not for pain but because I really felt like my mom was there with me. And then calm set in. Its like I have made peace with God, someday, I will be with her again...

My children are the greatest joy in my life as well as my father's. I am blessed to be a mother and I hope I can be half as good a mother as my mother was and is.

I envy people for having their mothers share their joys and sorrows.. but they will always envy me for having the best mother ever. I am and will always be her daughter.

Neeraj told me the other day, that he has never ever met anyone so understanding, so calm and so mature. I know...Love you aai..