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  My mother and I boating at Dal Lake, Srinagar Once again it’s Mother’s Day today and as usual I thought of penning my thoughts about mothers of this world and motherhood.   Motherhood isn’t a profession but an occupation, which for most parts is a life-long pursuit, for the child may grow up and become an adult capable of taking care of her or his needs and life, the mother cannot stop being a mother and be concerned about the former’s well being. Why mothers are like mothers? I have often wondered and had even asked this question to my own mother. To which my mother had said: mothers are like mothers because they are mothers. If mothers were not like mothers then mothers would not be mothers.   Now go figure out the logic of this statement above.   Nearly all of my 40 plus friends (women of course, since I do not have the other gender friends) are mothers while many of the 30 plus ones are either on their way to become one or at least contemplating suc...

I could have also written: My Mother – Oh My God!!! Since besides being the living god for me, she actually infuses the deepest sense of wonder and admiration each time I consciously think about what all she has done and continues to do. I am what I am today and what I will ever be is solely due to my mother. She never told me what to do or how to shape my life or where my dreams must take me. Instead she encouraged me to dream whatever I wished to however big and wild and impossible they may seem, and she believed in my dreams and never stopped me from following them. She never said ‘no’ to whatever I wanted to do, and that’s where she planted the seed of discovery and exploration and adventure in me. My mother was a young widow, with almost no one on Earth to help her out; neither would she have taken any help even if there were people to do so. She had a very odd son. Who broke every rule and norms of the society and dreamt of things that normally people wouldn’t. I have no idea h...