Everyday.
It has been almost 8 months that my mother passed away.8 pain full months.It is hard to accept that The word "maa" does not exist in my vocabulary anymore.My "maa" took that away from me as she left this world. Every morning as I try to rise above this awful sadness I feel,I realize how much she meant to me. My life has lost its meaning, lost the happiness I had once.I know every one has their own agenda and no one has the time to grieve with me, and I dont expect that from anyone either. As I was thinking about "maa", I recalled a very funny event .Once we were going to our maternal grandmaa's village.My grandfather(paternal) packed lunch for us, called the bullock cart ,made the bed inside the cart, made us all comfy and set us off.My mother ,my three brothers and me. It was a scorching summer afternoon. All of us left.My mother and I was sitting inside the cart, while my brothers were walking ,trotting ,playing with every single stick they wo...