Maa, You pick up the pieces of a broken me and mend me into a whole again. When I think about you, it's not the face that comes to my mind; it's the softest touch, the hint of your favorite perfume, the clink of the worn out gold bangles on your hand. What I remind myself of, is the curve of your lips, the blush on your cheek and the innocence of your eyes. The length of your hair, the wrinkles of your selfless, hard working hands. What I remember is your voice that I still hear in my subconscious. Those years, those moments of your love that each spanned like lifetimes, the slight soothing air of your presence is what comes to me when I'm alone. I can close my eyes when I lie and instantly feel the warmth of your lap, your fingers in my hair, lulling me to sleep. Maa, you pick up the pieces of a broken me and mend me into a whole again. You give me life over and over again.