The Purest Love I Know: A Letter to My Mother.

 

After a very long time, I felt like writing and I felt like writing for you.

“Maa”- A word that’s impossible to describe.
No matter how hard I try, I believe I’ll never be able to express what you truly mean to me.
And not just me… no writer, no poet in this world can ever fully describe a mother in words.

Maybe I won’t even tell you that I wrote this letter for you. Because that’s how it is, right?
Sometimes it’s hard to express emotions to our mothers.
It’s not just me, it happens with every child as they grow older.
We start keeping things to ourselves. We stop hugging without reason.
Even now, I hesitate to hug you,
Because I fear you’ll think something is wrong in my life.
Maybe that’s why, when children grow up, they stop sharing- especially their problems.

But how beautiful those childhood days were.

I still remember the last time I cried in your lap-
It was my first day of 9th grade. My old friends didn’t let me sit with them,
And I had so many complaints to share.
I still remember how you comforted me.

Even today, whenever I’m unwell or when I used to feel sick in college the first thing I’d do was video call you.
The moment I see your face, I feel like crying,
It just feels like: “Mummy dekh lengi, sab thik ho jaayega.” Haha, yes... you are my comfort, my safe space. 

Of course “A mother is not just the first home of a child, she’s the safest one forever.” 

And when someone at home says,

"You’ve spoiled her. She doesn’t do anything, wakes up late, and you still don’t scold her,"

You scold me in front of them-

Then smile at me secretly,

You know it too you’re the one who pampered me.
And honestly? I don’t deny it. I love it.
I want to live this pampered life forever…
But deep down, I know,
One day will come when no one will pamper me like you do.

When I look at you, I realize,
Not all struggles are visible to the world.
Some battles happen quietly, within four walls, and still require immense courage.

For all those silent battles-
I’m sorry.
And for staying strong through them all-
Thank you.

The world sees brave women in books, movies, or the news…
But I’ve seen one every single day- you.
You are my Real Hero, Maa.

Giving birth to four children wasn’t the tough part-
Raising us… that was the real test.

And you passed it with love, sacrifice, and so much strength.

We children often speak without thinking,
Say hurtful things and walk away…
All because we know, “Maa kuch nahi kahegi.”
Even when we’re wrong, we expect forgiveness without asking for it.

Because only a mother stands firm through every phase of her child’s life.

You didn’t just cook for us or pack our tiffins-
You helped with homework too,
Even though, you never went to school.
But Still, You tried. 

Today it hurts when I remember how we never asked you to attend PTMs.
We thought, 'Mummy ko padna toh aata nahi, kya samjhengi.'
So we’d ask someone else’s parents to collect our results instead.
I’m truly, truly sorry for that. You had every right to know how your child was doing in school.

Though I always performed well, I wish it was your ears that heard it from my teachers—not from me.

For every little and big sacrifice you made…
For every unspoken prayer, every sleepless night,
For all the things I can’t even write in this letter-
Thank you.

You never showed weakness in front of us-
But we know… sometimes, you broke inside too.

Sach kahun, toh agar koi mujhse pooche, “What is pure love?”
I’ll simply say:
“Go, and see any mother—how she loves her child. That’s what pure love looks like.”

With all the love my heart can hold,

Aapki Sadhna 💖