Thinking of You #BlogchatterBlogHop

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Dear Mother,

Do you remember the times we used to go window shopping before Durga Puja? We would skip dinner and enjoy the delicious cutlets from Campari or our favourite Dahi Vadas from Sonali Restaurant. A few months ago, I found the silver ring that I gifted you with my first salary. I had no idea you had kept it so safely with your other jewelry.


Whenever I enter your room, I go through your sarees and try to smell your fragrance, just like when I used to lie on your lap while you read a book. You would read, and I would inhale the scent of your perfume—a mix of talcum powder, eau de cologne, and your own unique smell.

Do you remember our shopping trips, moving from store to store and only buying a few things? Then we would go to a restaurant for dinner?

I still recall how you celebrated Laxmi Puja every year in such a grand style. You would be happy to know that I have started the same tradition here in Mumbai.

I miss your prawn masalas. I've been trying my best to recreate a dish similar to yours that my daughter enjoys, just like I used to enjoy yours. 

Today, while going through my Instagram feed, I found the last picture of us together —just the two of us on Mother's Day, enjoying tea in your room. Your health was deteriorating at that time, but that smile of yours was still shining. It was a smile given only when I was with you, and I wish I could see it forever. 


I am striving to be that smile for my daughter, too—the smile that kept me alive and strong. Now it's my turn to do the same for her. I know you see everything, wherever you are, because you will always be in my heart.

Thinking of you,

Your Daughter


This post is a part of Blogchatter Blog Hop 


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  1. GeethicaMay 13, 2025 at 3:43 AM

    Smiles, fragrance and the smell of food bind us together with our moms. Very nicely described.

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