I Love You...

"Hari dont do that. That is sumthing weird" My mother told me
"Weird???Ammi what do u mean by dat? I asked her
"Weird means....sumthing strange ..not good"
"Ok,then tell me if thats not good,then y u allow Chettayi to do that"
"Monu u will understand that when u become matured"
"Matured??? What is dat Ammi?
"Hmmm...Matured means ....when u grow older u become matured"
"Ammi,How will i know that i am matured?
"When ur height equals mine,u become matured"
I used to pester my mother with lots of questions. Infact i was a 'questioning machine'. As a little kid my curiosity to know abt different things increased day by day.Even now my Ammi says " U were really nagging at times". I still remember one day i asked Ammi
"How kids r born?"
"What....????Ammi was really puzzled
"Ammi, i want to know how kids r born?"
"Hmmm....After ur marriage, when u want to hav kids, u hav to pray to God.Then god will sent an angel up in the sky. Then u can tell her ur wish"
"What is an angel Ammi?"
"Angel is God's Messenger"
"So u chose Chettayi n me when angel appeared?"
"Yes"
"Ammi....Tell me y did u choose me?? U already hav a boy. U shud hav chosen a girl like Aunty did"
"Monu...thats...When angel appeared she had several kids in her hand but u were the only one who was beautiful and also u were similing at me. Thats y i chose u"

She lifted n kissed me on my forehead n cheeks. I put my hands around her neck,rested my head on her shoulders and whispered in her ears " Am i really beautiful ?"
"Yes my dear chakkare"
"Ammiye enikku Othiri Othiri Ishta....." [ Ammi I love u very much]