Move on...

It's been two years now and in many ways I have moved on... The memories are still fresh, but maybe the pain is a little dull ! Like an ache which I have learnt to accept with age. At times I feel I was given the freedom per force to move on. She cut the umbilical cord forever - no ties, nothing to hold back to! At times I feel guilty, remorseful and sad...I really did not mind looking after her, taking care, being the care giver- that was perhaps my way of returning something back. It was kind of funny cos we always shared a tumultuous relationship- being as different  as chalk and cheese and being more of my father's daughter. 


Well , life moves on...and what makes me smile  are those little hand written cards, letters with the detailed nitty-gritty ,all written neatly in an uniform font size :) 
- How I treasure every minute...that I spent with you! Wish I had told You ! Miss you Ma.....