has no bounds.
So Amma made Paruppu Payasam yesterday, of which I shamelessly emptied a big bowl. Amma being Amma said she kept aside another cup for me, to devour in the evening. All through my day in the office, I kept dreaming about my cup of payasam. After dinner, when I looked around the kitchen for the cup – it was nowhere to be seen. Amma with very guilty eyes told me, she had it in the afternoon as she was so bored. So unlikely of her. But then its good no? She enjoying herself. I smiled and said I was too happy she had it herself. Again Amma being Amma cribbed endlessly as to how she should have left it for me until she went to sleep.
I thought she would forget it, but NO. She talked about the same first thing this morning. As if that was not enough, she prepared another big bowl of carrot halwa for me. When I questioned, she says its not for me but for her to feel better about yesterday. Why?! Just because she had a little bowl of payasam? I dont understand this.
Is this something to do with all mothers? I mean motherly instincts? Will I be the same in the future? I am not quite sure. It seems a herculean task to put others’ wishes before your own. Only mothers can do it. No wonder God created them 🙂