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As i scrolled through the pictures dad sent in a web album faithfully titled "Mummy's Garden" , my eyes glistened up. Each picture meant more than what it intended to. It unearthed emotions which were buried about 8 months ago and made unreachable, to avoid those very tears. Moms. Why are they naturally inclined to taking care of something, all the time? Weird they are. Not that earlier the garden at home wasn't taken care of. But I could see a refreshed interest being taken by mom in these green beings now. I am sure the flowers never looked so good earlier, I know there weren't even so many plants earlier either. I know dad never took photos of these and sent it to anyone earlier. He was never so proud of "mummy's garden" earlier. It seemed like their own little world had taken shape anew. I'm sure mom spends a good amount of time watering the plants, tending to them, adding new ones, weeding out the old ones, re potting , cleaning etc. Just l

आंसू बन, कभी तो छलक पड़ेगा आर्ज़ू न बन, शय में सिर्फ इंतज़ार रहेगा .. रात बन, कुछ पहरों का हिसाब पड़ेगा याद न बन, उम्र भर का तू मेहमान बनेगा .. बेवफा बन, वफ़ा का भ्रम तो टूटेगा वादा न बन, निभाने का तुझपे क़र्ज़ रहेगा .. ज़िन्दगी में शामिल हैं तो , बंदगी बन अफसाना न बन, फिर प्यार का ज़माना नहीं रहेगा