this one's for you Ma...

M -Millions of stars, but you have always been the brightest and the guiding star for me...
O - On your toes since the day I was born and even now, 23 years later... Ma,
T- Thank you for the thousands of sacrifices you made for me and SORRY for the millions of tears I make you shed
H- "Honey, you are my priority" is what you say even now though we are thousands of miles apart
E - Enough tantrums I throw around all the time and I am amazed how you still bear each one with a smile
R- Rock on Mommy.. you rocked my cradle and you rule my world... I love you :)

Comments

Balaji said…
that's such a sweet and lovely post!!!! :)
September 1, 2008 at 8:21 PM
Anonymous said…
Offoo katthi kadaa...too much rasavu.... Sontha talent ae na??? ;)
September 1, 2008 at 8:22 PM
AS... said…
ofcourse yes!!!

amma paina kuda copy pastelu chestarane???
September 1, 2008 at 8:41 PM
Unknown said…
Awesome Arp! The best testimonial to a mother from her daughter I have ever seen.
I should accept that you have got some great writing skills. Keep it up.
September 1, 2008 at 8:43 PM
Preetam said…
lovely and emotive..kani oka doubt, did it really take 4 months to write this? :P
September 2, 2008 at 6:11 AM
AS... said…
nope... 15 mins ;)

these 4 months, i was in hibernation.. thesis paina work chesthunde at last!!! :P
September 2, 2008 at 10:53 PM
Kalyan said…
Arpus!!! Chala baga rasav pilla. Nice!! Chala sensible ga undi n i am sure tht ur mother will b really happy lookin at this gift.

Keep it up buddy!! Amma ayipoyindi...ippudu nannu pogudthu oka kavitha rayi....hehe...
September 3, 2008 at 12:30 PM
Nikhil Jain said…
okay.. okay..
my complu=iments ant be as straightforward as just saying.. "awesome"... or "sweet and lovely"...
lets just say...
im copy-pasting this and sending to my mom...coz even if i try i wont be able to come up with something remotely as good as this..
rock on indeed!!
November 10, 2008 at 11:51 AM
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