Her Warm Hands

Some decades ago, some where in the midst of oak land and pine covered hill, locate my small hamlet called Tsebar-Shinangri.

Open my eyes; saw her with loaded smile and beautiful gesture, she was the first woman to welcome me on the earth. helped me to win this war, taught me to fight this battle and showed me a route to victory chambers. she always used to tell me that "grass isn't greener at other side of bank, its always green where you water it". I learned to wake up early, and put things in order and make world beautiful because of just her. She trained me how to laugh when things are painful, showed me how to get up when i used to fall down frequently. Thus she prepared me for this life what we call it as journey of battle to death.

  

Yesterday she called me and told me my dear! hope everything is going good and fixed on the track that should go and follow, i said yes, all is set and perfect till now. though she got lots of file piled got undone, she finds her time to manipulate my readings of day and life. 

These series of presentation of journey, that have been sailing from a long way, yet i got some miles to go before i go to bed. Yes she was right, she always tell me not to play with stones and gravels, so learned playing with hard things make people hurt too much.

she always find me very smart and talented, she always praise me telling i am better than everyone, saying i am the best in the world. help me to celebrate my victory and make me always happy. years passed time rushed and things got apart and we got separate miles away.

She used to tell me always my dear son, i know everything, though we are far away! mom is always with you inside your heart every time warn me to take care of his son. Thank you mom, love you so much!