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. Today sixteen years ago I held a bundle of Joy in my arms for the first time.
Dedicated to my mom who held me through those difficult times
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Chaitanya my son my word
Love is the only master who teaches a Mom
And Instincts the only guide in bringing up her child
First year I learned to laugh and cry for no special reason
Sing the lullaby even when i knew i was hopeless singer
Second year taught me the joy of talking for the first time
And excitement of speaking whatsoever i feel like
Third year was full of all the actions
Which as an adult we don’t feel are right
Fourth year i re-learned to draw and paint
Not on the papers but walls and floors
Fifth year i realized sitting for 5 minutes is a serious matter
On top of it write A or counting 1-10 is not a joke
Sixth and Seventh years were hardest of all
As i could not understand the view of teachers
Why for them home-work was so important
Eight to tenth years was time for new revelations
The exams and results were the two biggest enemies
Cartoon and TV the best friends in whole of the world
Eleventh to Thirteenth good food took a new meaning
Mom’s love judged by anything junk on the plate
Fourteen and fifteen i hardly slept peacefully
The hair-style, clothes and friends were biggest problems
Study was the only bone of contention with the parents
Sixteenth year by far the hardest and the coolest of all
I know why to study but don’t know how to concentrate
When there are so many distractions all around
So far i enjoyed un-learning and re-learning many things
Coming years will get more excited then the roller-coaster
But despite all the hardships ,worries and tensions
One warm HUG and a radiant smile on his face
Makes my world brighter than the warmth of the SUN
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In the World of Thoughts 