Nobody will ever love me like my
mother loves me; so unconditionally, from a place of such depth & purity.
I’ll never have a friend so
dedicated.
The best woman I find will not love
me even a fraction of how much she loves me. Nobody will ever sacrifice their
happiness for me even remotely to how much she has for me.
The best meal I’ve ever had was on a
random Saturday morning when I and she cooked together a batch of Idly &
Sambhar. It was the most beautiful meal I’ve ever had because I know how much
love has gone into the littlest detail of that meal.
I’ve always tried to make sure she
knows how much I appreciate her, but it’ll never be enough.
No-one will ever have my back as my
brothers do. When people in the periphery of my life ask weird questions like
do you need me there, are you okay? My brothers are actually there in front of
me making sure I’m surviving this. They drop whatever they are doing and come
stand in front of me and do what needs to be done. Thousands of kilometers mean
nothing.
Just like I’ve dropped everything I’m
doing countless times just to be there for them. I wish everybody had brothers like
I have. There simply is no substitute.
I wish I had some more time to spend
with my father; he was the best of us. I wish I had some more time with him.
People I really trust are so rare,
just really three people. Hope I get to expand that number one day.
And to think one day I have to say
good bye to some of them or they have to say good bye to me scares the life out
of me. One day it'll happen, how do you prepare for that??
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