I am the second-born, I have a BEAUTIFUL elder sister and a HANDSOME younger brother. Apart from the fact that they are wonderful souls and extremely intelligent, they are simply G-O-O-D L-O-O-K-I-N-G. Being the carefree, rebellious and gregarious of the three, I always felt like the ugly duckling amongst them. No, they did NOTHING to make me feel small. I don’t think it ever occurred to them that I looked different.
Okay, okay – I wasn’t that bad :). Here is a realistic picture of me from those days:
My mom, my gorgeous creator – used to be lavish in her praise for both her daughters. Just like every mother-daughter relationship, ours has been sweet and sour. We have been best of friends. If ever there has been someone wrong in the relationship, it has always been me. Mummy has been the one with the bigger heart, always understanding, counseling and hiding all my faults in her bosom.
Coming back to our story, I went to college from 1993-98, those were times when the economy had just opened up and commercialization of special days had just begun. When I look back, I recall spending time with mummy, sharing college anecdotes with her. At times she would listen, at other times she would caution me, and even chide me.
Most of my friends had that “Special One” during college days. I was blessed with loads of good friends but that “Special One” remained elusive. Yes, I did have a few crushes (read MANY), but I was so busy studying, working as a tuition teacher & being a 4 am friend, that nothing really mattered or materialized. (Or should I say, I faced rejection many times??)
At best, Mayura was a “Bhai” and “Dost” to everyone. I loved being that. However, it hurt to be alone on Valentine’s Day. I NEVER expressed it. But, somehow, my mom knew :). I guess that’s why WOH MAA HAI!
Did I mention that mom, Adv. Usha Kiran Makasare, is a senior CBI counsel at present? Back in the days, she was one of the busiest Defence Lawyers in the city of Mumbai.
So, what did my mom do on Valentine’s Day?
- Every single Valentine’s Day from 1993 to 1998 (my college life), my mother took an entire day’s leave
- She would ensure that I take the day off as well
- We would step out of the house at 10 am in the morning and return at dinner time
- The ENTIRE DAY would be dedicated to ME
- She would take me wherever I wished – salon, boat ride, Gateway Of India, Prarthana Samaj market, walk on Marine Drive – just anywhere I said
- All day, we would gorge on my favourite food at my favorite eateries
- Around 3 pm, she would take me to my favourite store – and my final pampering session would begin:
- She would occupy a seat right in front of the dressing room
- She encouraged me to pick out as many dresses as I wanted and try them on
- Each time I emerged from the dressing room, she would set her loving eyes on me and smile.
- Every time she nodded in approval, the dress would get into the ‘taken’ category
- We would be armed with shopping bags and step out
- She would crack jokes and make me laugh the entire day
- This was the routine – every single year, for 5 years during my college life
- Those were days when there were no mobile phones or cameras or social media – so I don’t have a single picture of those amazing times. But these memories are closest to my heart.
- She never asked me anything about my friend’s routine for the day, she never spoke about regular stuff – the day was dotted with magical conversations and complete happiness.
I used to sail through Valentine’s Day with ease, thanks to my MOM. I don’t remember when the thought of being alone and feelings of being rejected on this “special day” slipped out of my mind completely.
Today when I look back, I realise what a large heart it would have taken for a self-made mother of three to allow her daughter to shop as she pleased.
She would have to repeat the process for the other two, I am sure she did, but she never made a big deal about it – never. How and when she made up for this time with my other siblings is still a mystery to me.
I also realise the quiet role that my dad played in this game – he not only lent his support on the work front, but managed things at home so that mom and I could spend time. My siblings – they never ever complained or disturbed us on this day – I wonder why.
Today, as a mother of a growing young boy, I have such a wonderful story to narrate to my son. I am able to guide him properly, thanks to my mom. I am my son’s best friend, only and only because my mother was my best friend throughout college. My definitions of beauty, relationships & interpersonal skills come from my mother. Later, when my daughter grows up, I will be able to be her bestest friend ever – only because I had one in my mother.
My mother taught me that love has different forms and languages, one needs to have a clean heart to express it selflessly – without expectations.
She never told me anything about Valentine’s Day – she simply took me out for 5 years straight. When I became old enough to understand, she quietly withdrew and remained a steadfast support to me – always.
Every Valentine’s day, she still calls me and says,
WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE??
THANK YOU MUMMY – for EVERYTHING!! I LOVE YOU!!