My mother, no blasphemy, is my "God". She is responsible for who I am today. She has laboured and toiled day and night, sunny and rainy, and cold and warm to put me through school to this far. There were instances she had to trade her valuables to insure my future - those were my teary moments.
She was and still a woman of fortitude. I adore and worship her so much like a sacred cow of India. She is the only reason I want to rise to the pinnacle of my dream. She is my heartbeat and pulse. But for her unceasing support I would have been a societal encumbrance.
She was the only one I could find at my back when everyone left. She defended me with her words, emotions and possessions. She is still my singular source of motivation.
Playing with my mother is playing with my "God". Any attempt of scorn or disdain on her is akin to stepping on the tail of Puff Adder - the most poisonous snake known. I shall give you just one puff and the venom shall darken your face like ebony beyond illumination under the sun.
The epitaph on her grave will be written with my blood. It shall read, "Woman of Fortitude - a Prototype of the Fair Sex"
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