Amita Singh

There is no greater, more unselfish love, than that of a mother. I truly in my heart believe that. My earliest memories of my mom are of her nurturing, protective instinct. One who always dressed me well and took pride in every accomplishment of mine. She wanted me to excel not just in academics, but in arts, crafts, drama, you name it. Not an easy feat in the early sixties. One stare from her was enough to make me realize my place. Every time she left me in boarding school, I remember her wearing dark glasses, so I wouldn’t see her tears. She stood beside me yet gave me wings to fly. We both knew our place in each other’s life and cherished it. She was old school, she was modern. She went from a gurukul school to living in Baghdad, London and India. Learning and respecting cultures and languages along the way. It takes giving birth to and nurturing your own child, to truly recognize the efforts and sacrifices of a mom.

Laj Verma, my mom is always with me, guiding me in love.

Love you MOM!!!