Thoda Pyaar, Zyaada Takraar: The Woman Behind 'Maa'

Mothers somehow know exactly where everything is kept in the house—whether it’s mending clothes or whipping up delicious meals for unexpected guests—they just know, and they do it effortlessly. But is it even humane to be this perfect?

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Khushi Dwivedi
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Thoda pyaar, zyaada takraar.’ This phrase pretty much sums up my relationship with my mother. Like a typical Indian mom, she often nags me about ordering food, not folding my clothes properly, waking up late, or slouching on the bed during holidays. As a stereotypical Gen Z who enjoys spending spare time lazing around and mindlessly watching web series, her constant nagging often made me avoid picking up her calls—just to escape another round of scolding. I do love my mother, but some days, I simply don't have the energy for a lecture.

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Moms are weird, aren’t they? They somehow know exactly where everything is kept in the house—whether it’s mending clothes or whipping up delicious meals for unexpected guests—they just know, and they do it effortlessly. How does she even find the time to juggle all these tasks? Clearly, it’s them being superwomen, not us being lazy.

But is it even humane to be this perfect?

Often, I would hear her complain about her never-ending list of tasks, which kept her from going out or spending some relaxed time for herself. Wearing nothing but a simple nightgown, hair tied up in a bun, and a broom in hand, these superwomen never cease to amaze us with their endless talent and their agility to complete tasks.

Every Mother’s Day, I’d usually upload a few pictures with my mom on social media. I'd send her a bouquet of roses and a cake to express my love. But do those flowers and cake truly make her feel loved? I remember my grandfather always saying that she was his daughter first. A daughter who probably never had to worry about someone leaving home without their tiffin. Someone who didn’t need to call multiple times a day just to check if I had eaten. Before being my mother, she was a woman. A woman who had to put her interests on pause to raise us.

While the first Sunday of May is meant to celebrate our moms, how about we do it unconventionally this time?

Instead of cakes, maybe we could spend some real, quality time with her—help her relive her old memories. The sweet fragrance and vibrant colours of flowers can be replaced with companionship. Maybe we join her in doing the things she loves. Maybe we just sit beside her, and together spend hours indulging in her favourite hobby.

This Mother's Day, embrace her not just with your arms but with your time, your love, and your presence.

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