Dear Maa,
I do not say it enough, so I am writing it down where you can read it twice. Everything good in me started with you. The patience I do not always have, the stubbornness I definitely have, the habit of feeding everyone who walks through the door. I used to think you just knew how to do all of it. Now I know you were working it out as you went, and tired, and doing it anyway. Thank you. For all of it.
— Aarav





