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||Love you Mum..

There's this song by Taylor Swift, its called "The Best Day". This song means a lot to me because when you're living miles away from your family, such songs sometimes bring out the best in you, although they also tend to make you all nostalgic. This is another one of Swift's songs I can relate very much to, and I've been meaning to share what all goes in my mind when I hear this track. Thought today would be the appropriate day.

HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY! :)





I'm five years old, it's getting cold, I've got my big coat on
I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you, I run and run

Past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides, look now, the sky is gold
I hug your legs and fall asleep on the way back home


These lines take me back to when I was five, sweet times. I'm reminded of all those pictures we have in our family album where I'm smiling along with my mum. I wasn't a mischievous kid like most others that lived in our locality. My mum tells me I never gave her and dad a hard time except when I cried. They say I didn't know how to cry, all I did was make weird, out of tune noises. So when I was little, all mum had to focus on was not to let me cry. And make me eat. That I'm still working on.
  

I don't know why all the trees change in the fall
But I know you're not scared of anything at all
Don't know if Snow White's house is near or far away
But I know I had the best day with you today

Those were simpler times. I always see the first line in this one as a metaphor. I feel like when we're little, not only do we not know these simple things but also we are unaware of the fact that like these trees, people are capable of change too. At that age, there's so much that we're unfamiliar with. Its the age we start building up on our life theories, comparing them to fairytales, starting to believe that there's always a happy ending. Its the age of hope, where one look at our Mom assures us nothing's ever gonna go wrong.
 I'm thirteen now and don't know how my friends could be so mean
I come home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys
And we drive and drive until we found a town far enough away
And we talk and window shop 'til I've forgotten all their names

 
Thirteen, Taylor's lucky number. :) Its a tricky time, the teens. We get to know who our true friends are and who aren't. I remember there've been times back then where many of my friends behaved unexpectedly. And the beginning of this realisation is the hardest, its like a blow to your beliefs of a world full of unicorns, rainbows and butterflies, more so when you've been raised like a princess. Spoiled, no but pampered, yes! This is the time when you realise that even though all you do most of your days is argue with your Mom over silly things, at the end of the day, she's the one to wipe your tears and give you really good advice.


I don't know who I'm gonna talk to now at school
But I know I'm laughing on the car ride home with you
Don't know how long it's gonna take to feel okay
But I know I had the best day with you today


Been there, done that. It feels awful to think that you might have to be all by yourself in school the next day, but a day with Mom makes it all bearable. She makes you ponder, shows you that you'll always have a best friend in her, even if your friends decide to ditch you someday. My Mom's made me stronger, and has taught me to respect myself rather than desperately try to make up with those friends who might not even have your best interests at heart.

I have an excellent father, his strength is making me stronger
God smiles on my little brother, inside and out, he's better than I am
I grew up in a pretty house and I had space to run
And I had the best days with you


I could say that about my childhood, and I feel proud because kids today aren't much the outdoorsy type. I feel lucky to have an excellent family, my Dad, who's worked hard to fulfill my wishes, who's taught me to be honest and good to others even if the other person does not retaliate, and who is my strength wherever I go. I do not have siblings, but I've been blessed with wonderful cousins, who have significantly played a role in making me what I am today.



There is a video I found from back when I was three
You set up a paint set in the kitchen and you're talking to me
It's the age of princesses and pirate ships and the seven dwarfs
And Daddy's smart and you're the prettiest lady in the whole wide world


I had an audio tape, and it had a recording of Mum and Dad making me speak all these little things, it is probably the cutest thing I've ever heard. There are all these stories my parents tell me about when I was little. I had a favourite wall in the house which I used to go stand in front of, and say "Sab Chalta Hai" for reasons unknown. Out of the few pranks that I've done as a kid, one was pushing a peas inside my nostril while watching TV, we had to rush to the doctor's place in the middle of the night. Then there was this day when I spilled a whole bottle of lotion and my Mom locked me outside. It was horrible by the way. :P

And now I know why the all the trees change in the fall
I know you were on my side even when I was wrong
And I love you for giving me your eyes
For staying back and watching me shine
And I didn't know if you knew, so I'm takin' this chance to say
That I had the best day with you today


Now I know why the trees change in the fall, now I know why you told me everything that you did. I know it was never you who was wrong, it was always me who was mistaken. Now I know why they say "Always listen to your Mom". And I know that its correct. I know that you have a reason for everything you do and you say, so here's to all the best days that I've had with you.

Love you Mum. And Dad.




Comments

  1. AWESOME :D And yes u were a prankster and you are a prankster even now.. but still "Sab Chalta hai" :P

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  2. You look quite similar to ur mum! :)

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  3. I've often been told otherwise. :P
    But thanks. :)

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