Sometimes in our daily routine, we forget to remember our mother. We tend to think of her old age as a burden to us. Yes, we love maybe but somewhere her old age becomes a headache. Calling her "Maa" is ok in front of others, never to be ashamed of the fact that she had faught the whole world alone to bring you up. Remember how much money you give your mother, how big a bunglow you bought her, how expensive a present you bring, she still yearns for a monosyllabic moniker "Maa". It is a call every women holds in heart to be called someday. Feeling a child inside your body is a great experience. No big a smile can you find other than the moment when your child's happy. Feeling the heart throb inside you can never be compelled with the monetary momentary insecurities you feel happy to. When the whole world's against you; you can face it alone just to enthrall the laughing face of your child. Its a great duty to fulfill motherhood; also a great duty to fulfill a "Childhood". When the "burden" moves naturally with time, those are the things you miss the most. Even the absence of constant nagging haunts you, that soapy misma pinches you. It hypnotyses you to the time when she was alive. So, you enjoy the intricacies of your mother child relationship, while i dip my pen down in your thoughts to surprise you with more intricate delicacies.