She sits on an old stool with her back tilted to the old wall,
My mother spits out proverbs of life
‘Son!
Learn to find light in darkness,
Then you will become fear's superior.
Learn to recognise happiness in your sad moments,
Then you will be the happiest person on earth.
Learn to be your best critic,
Then you might be able to convince the world about your ‘Person'.
To avoid falling from the pinnacle,
You have to learn from every single daily drama in your life.
My son!
Learn never to stop learning because it's the first rule of livelihood'.
With the conclusion of her words,
My mind travels.
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