Dear mom,
It’s really very hard to encapsulate the untapped spring of emotions and feelings, which is called love, in a single letter but I will try my best to do justice. Yes, I am talking about my mom who is an icon of love and a beacon of sacrifices.
I don’t know where to start from, but yes I realised your conspicuous absence and infinite love when I went to the hostel. I don’t know how you controlled yourself on the day when you sent me to the hostel. I know you wept whole night relentlessly in my absence. It was really very hard time for both of us. I was deprived of your irresistible love, the plethora of affection and sophisticated care. There was no one there to pamper me the way you used to do.
I was all alone, surrounded by callous people like an island in the middle of the ocean. I was not able to muster up the courage to live alone in that boarding school. My tears had rolled on for one month. The hostel warden was very cruel and used to beat people up recklessly when he found anyone weeping out of homesickness. As a result of which, I used to weep in the bathroom, keeping a towel on my mouth tightly so that no sound would come out.
I still remember, very vividly, the window from where I used to watch outside and wait for hours in a day to get a glance of you, dad, and my loving brother. However, you failed me numerous times and it was difficult to remember this. The first week was like hell for me. I was a gregarious, extrovert, fun-loving child who hardly cared about anything in his life. Moreover, my naughtiness knew no boundaries. But, when I went to the hostel, I became an introvert, a timid, and disciplined child. I missed your food. I missed so much that it seemed like I smothered a child inside me. Gradually, I started living joyfully in that hostel by making several friends. I assimilated myself like sugar in water, and I started taking interest in studies, games, and other co-curricular activities.
However, it was you from that I derived my fuel to sustain the engine of my life happily. I know the pain I went through was minuscule in front of yours, as you suffered silently during my absence for my growth and prosperity. You knew well that at home I wouldn’t be able to gain a quality education. Whatever iota of knowledge, conscience and acumen I have acquired, it is because of you and your strict decision to keep away from the environment which was not fit for education.
I owe my life to you. The debt of yours will never be paid ever in this lifetime. Thank you for your diligent and industrious efforts. I am proud of you, you are such a visionary.