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Bou(Mother)

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The word itself can explain, a lot of emotions are attached to that word. But here I will speak out about My Bou. I call my Grand Mother "BOU". Many have different experiences with their own grandmas, but all we have in common the experience of sheer love and affection that is indefinite, that we won't get that same feeling from anyone else. That caring, that feeling of never ending unconditional affection is something we cannot ever describe in words. Still I will try to express them and share it with all.

Since my childhood, I have been a very average student in my studies I used to get very poor marks in my studies and also I used to be too lazy to do my classwork and like usual my mom used to scold me every day after I get back to home. Many days I even get beating from my mom. My bou used to love me so much that she always try to stop my mom beating me and someday she will scold my mom for regularly scolding me. Do you know why do grandparents and grandchildren get along so well? They have the same enemythe mother. But whatever I am today, just because of the scolding and beatings of my mom while the love and affections of my bou. Like every grandson, I did also get money many times from bou to buy clothes or to eat some fancy food at my school during the recess. Even if now I am earning she would always ask me whenever I go out of station, "Do you need money?", and “How much do you need”? Then she will slip in some 500 bucks into my pocket and would whisper don't tell your mom. During the 2000s a 500 buck valued a lot to a small child like me. I used to get so happy; I would give her a hug. My bou had an almirah which was looked like treasure hunt to me during childhood. I used to ask her for the keys to that almirah and used to explore the things she had kept inside the locker. It used to fantasize me. I always found some new things inside that locker and the thing which I find very interesting I would keep it with me even if she knew I took it she won't tell a word to me. My bou used to have puffed rice with milk and cheese curd (Mudhi, kheera and chena) for breakfast. I never know was it the secret recipe or her hands made that boring dish extremely delicious. But, any day she didn't feed me with that dish once or twice my day won't go great. There was another evening I remember once I was so angry and frustrated getting scolding from my mom I rushed out of home and said everyone I was leaving home. Since, my mom knew I never had that guts to stay out of home for a single night she didn't even gave a thought to stop me. But Bou rushed after me to stop me she called me so loud to stop me and made me understand why did my mom scold me always, and then convinced me to get back home.

After, my graduation I took my degree to her and showed her and that day I can't even express how proud she was and the happiest moment of her life I think. After that day she used to boast Infront of everyone whom she met that her grandson is an engineer. I think she felt proud every time she said that line, "ମୋ ନାତି ଇଞ୍ଜିନିଅର!!”(My grandson is an engineer).

Grandparents are a treasure in the family. Please, take care of your grandparents: love them and give them the same affection they gave you their whole life. Grandparents can be very special resources. Just being close to them reassures a child, without words, about change and continuity, about what went before and what will come after

Dear Bou, thank you so much for everything you did for me. Thank you so much for making me the man I am today. Thank you for that unconditional love, support and affection for whole life which is rare to get. Thank you bou for giving me all your life lessons which is a blessing for me. I know even if you are not with me in flesh, you are always there with me in many other forms. I will miss your presence each and every day but bou, I won't ever let you down.


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