The Strongest Sagittarian Mother Nammu

Birth of Nammu

Ahh! my mother is a beautiful vintage of my story. Although those silence lips into my heart. Darkest cloud was mumbling her own story into my sky. Thunderstorm of feelings were drizzling over my mind.I am tapping my diary and penning my dream of solitaire like mother. I know it's too late to begin her travellogue into my writing scape but it was too early to pour tears though.Tear of her maternal pain, pangs of putting fake hair on her forehead, sorrows of not getting proper care of her family, yes the vague things like these were bursting of a star like vision breaking into pieces and pieces. Little do we know about her combat, her taste of feelings and own ligaments of sufferings through foot in mouth disease that shredded her disdainfully .

I show my guts in these chunk of words which was to be written for my diary. Memories are like a vanishing mist and why to let those evanescence memories to fade away. Hitherto, writing can immortalise death into an existential ambience, giving exaggerations for the person who had been in the lowest notch . To add some feathers on philosophy so as to judge him or her as an astounding their deeds which were forgotten. Yes words are the biggest bamboozling terms, if it is not pondered upon. But whatever, it is but when I will open my diary and it will be the series of my mother truth and my viscosity of perceptions of her notions relating to her empathy for things..

I am giving birth to my mother Nammu through my words in my baggage of diary. How opportune time it is, that I am delivering her through my nourishment of words.

"She is the beautiful jasmine which presses an oil of love in her family periphery. Her crescent moon like nose and rainbow like cheeks shows how jocund she is."