My Mother by Deeksha Makhija

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My Mother 

My mother
doesn't speak much
but her silence
speaks a lot to me. 

On days, when I cry a lot
and feel like no one understands me,
she just comes and tries giving me 
a light hug,
because she understands
I cry even more
when someone hugs me tightly

She thinks
she doesn't know
much about birthdays
but every year,
she surprises us with one chocolate,
and silently watches us 
unwrapping it

For her peace doesn't mean
sitting at the mountain top
or witnessing a sunrise
at a beach,
but reading a newspaper
every morning
on the balcony

I and my mother
differ a lot,
she doesn't understand
my love of going to places;
and I do not understand
her love of not going to places,
but she smiles at my happiness
of packing my traveling bag with excitement

My mother has been 
battling cancer for years now
so on days, when you see me
hopeful for things 
don't laugh or question my hopes,
just silently understand
where they come from. 

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A Spoken word Artist, who loves to collide words with words. Deeksha is often found constantly looking into eyes, and diving into them. A part time alien and a part time human being, who is called a weirdo by her sister. 
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​Talking to strangers and later writing them letters is her way of staying happy. You will see her smiling whenever she spots soft kitties drinking milk, music in the middle of noise, and clouds when they are about to drizzle.

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