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Mom- The universal language

That is why they are called 'MOM'

               You wake up early in the morning to realize it's late for the last bus... You jump off the bed, take a quick bath and run to the office neatly dressed. But there goes the last bus, just when you are right at the stop. You get a cab driver to answer the call after a long try. Finally, you reach the office, rushing inside to start up your hectic schedule. Your friends accompany you to the cafeteria listening to your morning adventures!!! Gossip is in the air with work-humid in the cabin. Finishing up the day's work you reach home to toast yourself on the bed... Then there comes your mom's call. the sweet voice of her irritates you, "ya.. ya. I had my dinner.. am fine ma.. soo tired out of work, will call you later. take care bye.. "! click!... there you go into the land of dreams...

At the other end of the phone, she smiles to herself. she is happy to hear her daughter's voice after her long cool day which goes like this...
Woke up at five in the morning, take a quick bath in that cold water.. cooked for all which is always paid back with criticism about how normal it is. Packed food for beloved husband and son..sending them to workplaces. Got ready for the office in hurry, ran to the bus stop, and reached the office after a great journey, crushed by a bunch of hefty ladies. Entered the office sweating to sit under a fan that might never work... Had food in hurry to finish the works.. no time to talk.. returned home thinking what to cook for dinner. Husband and son busy watching the match, do not go to the kitchen so as not to disturb her. Doing the dishes was thinking about her daughter and spoke with her for long 20 seconds.. and that made her day...Toasting herself to bed after hearing her husband's tale of the day. there she goes to the world of...' morning breakfast, telephone bills, EMIs, daughters wedding arrangements.....' 

Wala she is having a great sleep !!!!
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