And she says.........

         
  ABOUT A GIRL

Yes, we are a little emotional.....,
 A punch of more sentimental than all the guys......,

Yes, we love adventure........,
But we do like sitting back with the family at times.......,

Yes we hear to lot logic's said and heard.....
But we do prefer to have a say of our heart at times.....,

yes, we loved it when mom sat behind  to make our pony tails...
and we chatted about our homework....

yes we loved it when we bade her bye through the window of the school bus.....
we loved it when papa pat our back.....,


Yes we love it when someone genuinely praises us for our knack....

Yes we need girls as friends because they love and retort and right time......
Yes we wish guy friends..., but just because they keep us cheerful.....

 Although we present an outlook of an independent girl.....,
but we do need someone to give a tight hug when life back fires at us....

Although we hate when someone comments at us.....
But we die to hear a compliment from someone we adore....

We are not so complex but do seem complicated....!!!!!!!!!!!

The caring tree of my garden........!!!!!!!

    Before writing on this, a thought strike me that whats the one thing that made me feel to write on a topic that has no ending or to write on someone whose childhood is just a story for me.......
  
  Mom.....!!!!! the three letter word  that is sufficient to write a novel, which includes all the feeling ,emotions, care and the unconditional love that they impart on us.

   Mom... i was new to the world when u gave me birth, the world seemed to be charming, but still very dangerous the only person i knew and felt was u mom only u.....!!!!! I felt secured when i first came to your arms, i got the courage to face the world which had different feelings for me.... but u were the one who spreaded only love around... In your arms i feel very secure.!!! you felt me by my touch... i felt u with your breadth.you cuddled me as if i was the precious thing for you mom...


I grew up watching you..., i grew up following you.., i grew up admiring you... but mom i cant become like you. i tried a lot, i failed many times i tried again but its difficult its when u come to me and hug me i get currage to start again....I remember the times u took me to the garden and taught me to walk on the green grass u talked with me even when i didnt started speaking, u understood my each and every feelings......