Ten things I miss the most
Here is what Portnoy instructed me to do. Sorry Portnoy, I am late. I have a renowned lazy butt. And hope you won't mind my blabbering. Ok, here it goes. Elaborately :-D Maa: Yes, I miss my mother around. And I don’t care if you boo me calling a mother’s boy. The sense of security that a mother can give is unmatched in this world. I find myself at a loss when the world around me shows its ugly face. Scheming people, autocratic megalomaniacs, people who get a kick tormenting others, lickasses, …I wouldn’t have minded all these bunch of rascals had my mother been around. At the end of the day I could forgive or forget everybody when I see the guileless and God-fearing face of my mother. She is so reassuring...she persists me to believe in God, in His creations. But here, nobody is there who can instill the same faith in me. Nobody to tell me “don’t gather dust in your mind, that would eventually cause you cancer.” No,