The First Home We Ever Had

Before the world knew our name, she did.

Before we learned confidence, she gave us comfort.

Before we learned language, we learned love—from her.

Mothers rarely ask for attention.

They simply keep giving.

Time.

Patience.

Sleep.

Dreams.

Quietly.

We grow up thinking strength is loud.

Then one day, we realize the strongest people are often the gentlest ones.

A mother’s love is not performance.

It’s presence.

And perhaps the saddest thing is this:

we keep waiting for the “right moment” to express our love. We postpone the call, the hug, the conversation… and time quietly moves on.

One day, when the heart finally realizes how deeply it loves her, she may no longer be there to hear it.

So do it now.

Sit with her.

Call her.

Hold her hand a little longer.

Say, “I love you, Amma.”

Because no success in the world feels complete if the person who first believed in you feels forgotten.

Happy Mothers Day.

- Manohar Chimmani 

(10th May'2026... Mother's Day.)