It has been long since I had seen her, but her memories continue to be fresh in my mind. I wish I could see her once again, I wish she was with me here each single day. Where am I? I am away in some foreign city, away from the home where my mother cared for me, but I know her blessings are always with me. She is away too from the same home for totally different reason, on which neither I neither anyone has any control. She is away from this world leaving me alone here, and resting in peace somewhere while not forgetting to shower her blessing on me every single day. It is rightly said that there is heaven under the feet of mother. And I believe she is somewhere above me and I am constantly in heaven because she is always above me. I have a plenty of memories to share to tell my mom though not being literate enough was much more educated than anyone present in the world. She was not worldly wise. She might not appear logical enough, but all she had in mind was well-being f...