My mom

My mom, every time I looked at her, I have always asked,"why didn't I get your face?" But she smiles at me and never forgets to tell me,"girls who take on thier father's look are lucky ones."
Not that I despise my father's look, he is a handsome man indeed. But the way people still cast a second glance as she walks in the street I surely could do with a tiny bit of that fascination(not to be taken seriously!wink!)

"I remember your mom, fair skinned and the pink lipstick she wore always made me think she belongs in Hollywood," an acquaintance from my village remarks. Meeting this person at workplace was a pleasant surprise and I was more pleased knowing she remembered my mom in such beautiful way. I raised my face up and replied," she is still the same."

Few days ago she had come to Thimphu and one of my friend who heard about it texted me,"How is she?" Without wasting another second, I replied," Beautiful!" It is a thing of pride to have a mother who looks younger than yourself. Wheneever we walk in town together, people never think of us as a mother daughter duo. Thank God! Till date nobody asked if I was the elder of the two of us! Actually a close look at us warrants that statement.

I am of heavy built stature while she is skinny. I am tanned and murky while she is fair and glowing. I am more of junkie fan while she strongly believes in healthy diet. I would prefer a nook of a bed and laze around whenever possible while she would stick to her yoga asans and move around to keep herself fit.


(Ssshhhh! She is snoring peacefully beside me as I am typing this). Let me say a quick prayer to God before I take my place beside her and get lost into oblivion. Dear God,give me the same mom in my next life too and please, I don't want to be lucky, just give me her looks in my next life.