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Hm..

I think today what i am, i am because of you

yes, i miss you.. thinking that you were there for so many ppl, and me.. when today i feel that i need you to share the burden of my happiness, you just aren't there..

i feel like asking why mee?? i mean why me.. why do i miss u so much..

if i began cherishing all the lovely times we spent together, from gettin up early and frying samosas for our breakfast, to walking in the park in evening, and later on enjoying corn..

i miss it.. i miss you..
because u r the bestest mom in this world, n no one can ever love me as much as u do, except God.
i love you mom.. i really miss you too.

i never ever said good bye to you.. i just couldnt bring myself to do it. i never knew that once u r leaving the house for hospital, u'll never come back.. never.. why?? my own trust that u would come back, it shattered the day u left.. i can now never make myself believe anything.. so strong was my belief that u will come back mom from the hosp.

life would have been so much different mom if only u were here... i remember askin u before each exam, what grade i would get. u always said it right..

life was sweet with you.. he tells me take life as it is now. he says what was past was surely good, but dont forget the present.. but no one knows how my present is linked with my past.
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Must ® said…
We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves...

Missing someone gets easier everyday. Because, even though it is one day further from the last time you saw each other, it is one day closer to the next time you will..

I laugh, I love, I hope, I try, I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry. And I know you do the same things too, So we're really not that different, me and you. I miss Mom too...
Tue May 15, 08:45:00 PM
Karachiite said…
Missing someone gets easier everyday. Because, even though it is one day further from the last time you saw each other, it is one day closer to the next time you will..

that is optimistic.. i like it when u put it this way..

sharing the same feelings makes it easier..
Tue May 15, 09:21:00 PM
Must ® said…
A pessimist only sees the dark side of the clouds, and mopes; a philosopher sees both sides and shrugs; an optimist doesn't see the clouds at all--he's walking on them.

“I want to feel passion, I want to feel pain. I want to weep at the sound of your name. Come make me laugh, come make me cry... just make me feel alive..."
Tue May 15, 11:20:00 PM
Ustani said…
It is said people are good or bad but mothers are only good!
It is a fact that one may learn to live without his or her mother but you definately miss her everyday of your life!
Tue May 22, 11:45:00 PM
Sarah said…
You two will meet again someday, in the next life, InshAllah....
Sat May 26, 11:07:00 PM
jummy bear said…
where ARE Youuu!
Fri Jun 15, 06:06:00 PM
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