Covering a span of three generations, the women in my life interchangeably played different roles; my mother, my wife and my daughter portray this case.
Wish I be a newborn again and feel the warmth of my mother. Wish it rains now and Shweta in that pink sari holds me again from the back seat of my bike, and I drive. Wish when I enter the house, I feel again the excitement of Prisha reaching me, crawling with a smile.
But time flies. The roles are changed, the mother is now a grandmother; wife is now a mother and daughter now enjoying our attention. The one thing that is not changed is the unconditional love they own and give.
Saluting the women in my life, the women of substance and wishing a Happy Women’s day.