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    Open Loop Letters: Pyaar Se Bhi Pyaari Maa

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    The document is a letter from a son to his mother. In 3 sentences: He expresses how much he misses her now that he is away, saying he thinks of her every day and feels her presence in the sunset. He discusses how her motherhood has influenced him and his writing. He also reflects on realizing that he is a sum of her character traits and feels lucky to have her as a source of inspiration.

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    Open Loop Letters: Pyaar Se Bhi Pyaari Maa

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    The document is a letter from a son to his mother. In 3 sentences: He expresses how much he misses her now that he is away, saying he thinks of her every day and feels her presence in the sunset. He discusses how her motherhood has influenced him and his writing. He also reflects on realizing that he is a sum of her character traits and feels lucky to have her as a source of inspiration.

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    A Heartfelt letter to Mom, for her immense contribution i n my life.

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    Dear Mom

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    The document is a letter from a son to his mother. In 3 sentences: He expresses how much he misses her now that he is away, saying he thinks of her every day and feels her presence in the sunset. He discusses how her motherhood has influenced him and his writing. He also reflects on realizing that he is a sum of her character traits and feels lucky to have her as a source of inspiration.

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    Open Loop Letters: Pyaar Se Bhi Pyaari Maa

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    The document is a letter from a son to his mother. In 3 sentences: He expresses how much he misses her now that he is away, saying he thinks of her every day and feels her presence in the sunset. He discusses how her motherhood has influenced him and his writing. He also reflects on realizing that he is a sum of her character traits and feels lucky to have her as a source of inspiration.

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    Pyaar se bhi pyaari maa,


    I read somewhere that giving birth is the
    second most painful thing a human can
    experience (the first being burnt alive) and I
    was in a muddle-puddle. How can one love
    someone who has been the reason for ones
    pain and suffering? A single axiom and
    everything falls into place. There appears a
    single constant in the otherwise
    kaleidoscopic and transmutable nature of
    the world. Quite a tour to a science
    dictionary, eh! Ill try to hold back from now
    on.

    I am never of the believer of this


    Unconditional Love theory. And boy, I
    couldnt be more wrong. Now that I am
    away, everything seems to remind me of
    you. Like what? Well, for starters, this
    wrinkled bed-sheet, each corner waiting to
    be tucked in. It still remains a victim of your
    fastidious bedside mannerism (oh, the pun).
    What else? This dreary humdrum of taste is
    making my gustatory perception numb. In
    other words, my taste buds are dying to
    report a palatable sensory to my brain. Hey,
    I am trying (cant hold back, my science
    metaphors?)! And yes! Whenever my
    roommate calls his mother and presents his
    daily affairs. The thing I want to call you.
    Every time! Every day!

    But see, the influence of your character has


    blemished me even here. I talk to you every
    day, whilst not in a way that you would be
    aware of. Not a single day went by when I
    have not missed you. Evenings are the
    worst. I constantly feel that you are in the
    silhouette, in the sunset and whenever I will
    extend my arm, I will reach out to you. It is
    strange to believe that you are not with me,
    when I feel so much that you are. I talk to
    you (probably in a non-psychotic way). You
    can understand the reason of my strain and
    toil. You weep with me in my sorrows and
    you laugh along as well...
    Your motherhood has numerous names in
    my writings, which manifest itself as per the
    changing rhyme of my poems. Kya karun,
    pyaar toh bohat hai aap se par jatana hi
    nahin aaya kabhi. This is partly the reason I
    am writing this letter. And I am not even a
    writer, an expressionist at best. Magar aap
    hi dekhiye na, aap ke liye kya-kya na kiya
    humne, teri yaadon mein ghul kar baith
    gaye khat likhne...
    Yeh thoda cheap tha...

    A confession, yes! Yes! All my life, I have


    never found something as difficult to write
    about. That constant remembrance as to
    whom I am writing! On one hand I feel
    blissful to be a tiny splinter of a rock so
    gargantuan; on the other I feel I am not
    even qualified to address you. And that is
    the reason this letter may never reach to
    you.

    In India, love is often associated with the


    sacrifice you do for the person you love. A
    funny thing happened. Someone (reasons
    best known to him) asked me:- Whats your
    mothers name? And there was a good 5
    second pause... Not that I forgot, but for me
    you have always been MOM. And people
    talk about character realisation. Huh! You
    might be something else for the world. But
    for me, you have always been a Mother,
    sacrificing you personality and your identity
    for your children. Who in this whole wide
    world does such such a thing?

    Let me tell you something... Girls are a full-


    fledged jigsaw puzzle on their own, which
    would take any mortal a lifetime to solve.
    They apparently have a switch which
    enables them to transit from a carefree
    attitude to a custodianship. From an
    ebullient, jaunty wind to a poised ambience
    of care and understanding. From a fussy,
    effervescent stream to a sea of serene
    tranquillity, hurling emotions, still
    enchanting on the surface.
    As I have grown, I have come to realize that
    I am nothing but a sum of your little-little
    fragments of your character. You and that
    counterpart of yours! Yup! A subtle
    reference to dad here. I feel lucky. You
    always inspired confidence. My source for
    inspiration. Your perseverant efforts in trying
    to make me a better person, is why I am
    what I am! So this one is for you (and it is
    one of my better efforts)...




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