Roots to My Strength

Well, people I am close to think of me as a notorious person who is often sarcastic; but I have always been a trouble maker. So let me share a few troubles that my mom had to go through because of me

I started troubling my mother when I was four months old in her womb. It was an unusually hot afternoon in the month of August. My dad was away at the office and my mom was casually standing at the main door talking to her cousin who lived next door.

Hey Lalli, come here and check this out, my aunt called pointing at something the street vendor was selling.

My mom took just two steps when a dog passed through her legs. Shocked and scared, she fell flat and hurt her back. The whole neighborhood had come to her rescue. My grandfather rushed to a nearby shop, bought an egg and made my mother eat it raw (first-aid). That was the first time she consumed an egg. Later that evening, my mom was taken to the doctor and the doctor praised her for being so strong.

The whole incident was just a trailer. 5 months to the incident and my mother went to the hospital for her delivery and I was reluctant to get out of the womb. Tired of waiting, the doctor cut her open and forced me out. My mother had had two surgeries already and I gave her the third scar. From then on, there was no stopping and my dramas continued.

I was this normal child who ate, pooped and slept and repeated it for almost a year. Then I don’t know how or why, I started throwing up on fruits, curd and most of the things that do good to the body. The once chubby baby had soon turned into a walking skeleton. This did trouble my parents and now, when I go back to it, I can see my parents being embarrassed. Not just my physique, I also grew up to be a squeaking image of an introvert. I liked being alone, I wouldn’t talk to anybody, not even to my parents.

Following this were my bad grades in school. As I went a class higher, my grades stooped lower. The best part was that my parents never scolded me about it. I guess being lean and lonely came with its perks :P.

As a teen, I introduced new troubles with my poor grades. I still can’t believe how I completed my graduation. Even now, I trouble my mom with my crazy eating habits. One of the most troublesome choices she has to make every day is to decide on what to cook. Once done, she literally feeds me or I skip my meals.

After all this, she manages to love me and I don’t know how. I know she has come a long way from being the youngest kid to her parents to an MIL-to-be. When she got married, she slipped into the role of the badi bahu, like water takes the form of the container. I don’t know how she managed to bear all three of us, despite the caesareans. After all that, she grew even stronger when Ataxia decided to pay a visit. When I see her today, I only see how strong she gets and it’s kind of funny how people think I am stronger!!

From a girl, wife to a mother, she became strong, stronger and strongest :D

Wish I could express this through my actions.