By Sneha Nair, Medium.com
The title doesn’t give away much but it was sinfully fun to write.
Man with long hair. Photo from Soda Head
This interview was an undercover operation. And I did not just say that to make this sound a whole lot cooler than it already is.
My mother is a mildly progressive, Mumbai born & bred South Indian woman. The idea of sitting down for an interview would, I’m assuming, make her twitch a little. More importantly, it wouldn’t have showcased the woman I have known ever since I was an embryo.
These questions were asked sporadically throughout the course of a Sunday when my mother, who’s a headmistress at an all boy’s school, found herself not pinching the ear of some boy who refused to stop bursting crackers inside the school lavatory.
But before that, you must know why my mother is my pick for this article.
My mother is the youngest of 8 children. She took care of her mother with immense love and compassion. But honestly, my grandmother took care of us instead.
My mother always made it to work in the morning. Her “work is worship” attitude is unparallel to what I’ve seen in my amateur 21 years of complacent existence.
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