Moms

The word is small. But means a world. It is undoubtedly the best word for every boy and girl. The one person who treats you like diamonds and pearls, despite your let downers, surely deserves a mention, a golden one, a queenly treatment. This one word gives us so many good reasons to exist, to believe in self, to love what we do and do what we love. Yes, you rightly guessed, the word is mom around whom revolves our entire universe and we hear so many times that moms are super special when the flowers smile and the trees in hush hushes whisper. They carry us, they devote their selves and love in us throughout their lives. They make us wise, help us endlessly to scale the topmost rise. And they make us perfect boys and girls without any petty makeover or useless¬† compromise. They are our lucky stars, our support, our caretakers, teachers, our first institutions and undoubtedly contribute in making the best parts of our life even more magical. Moms are golden, multifaceted, talented to the core, vividly beautiful than any imagination could advance out and better than raspberries in chardonnay sauce. They are amazing. They make us proper. They are our power boosters, our roller coaster rides, energy machines, our twenty-four seven available and cooperative friend-philosopher-guides. Moms give the world a beauty shot, next level dimension and her baby girls starting from the day they arrived on the blue planet are in her eyes beauty queens, boys being superheroes. Moms do all their duties and for their young ones carry goodies, lots n lots in their booties.¬† Isn’t she the incarnation of Mother Goddess Durga on earth who can sacrifice anything and who has promised to be the guardian angel of her darling lovelings right from their births. Moms are magical, they are so supportive and without their heavenly presence our lives and existences would go to real waste. Without her blessings, her fuss, her unconditional concern, not to forget her hugs, life would be super barren, so gross, blatantly bogus and best suited to be trashed and done with. A mom is a beauty statement, a universal whole in herself. She needs nothing else to make her the best, no extra add-ons, no unwanted help. For me, my mom is my universe, playground, my fairy, and my cutie mama gummy bear. With her I am in an automatic fun planet, a merry world and if every day unfailingly I don’t kiss and hug her twenty times I am a sad, very sad girl.

Published by ambikajha

I am Ambika Jha.I like to write on different topics.I feel life is too short for anything.So let us work our best in the given time and let life's music be in rhythm and rhyme.So be your best and never stop to learn and write.

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