Mar 8, 2019
You Are Beautiful To Me
A message to my mother — the strongest, sassiest, most brilliant woman I know.
You are beautiful to me.
Yes, even in that buzzcut you seem so conscious of.
To me, you’ve just pulled off a look that I’m afraid I would never be able to.
You dazzle, awe and endear with your larger-than-life personality.
You are beautiful to me when you scrunch up your face up in that look of utter disgust when you don’t like something.
You are beautiful to me when your eyes redden and get teary while watching all the dramebaaz Indian shows on TV in a never-ending loop.
You are beautiful to me when you cook something you love with lots of love and enjoy every bite.
You are beautiful to me when you treat those around you with utmost respect and kindness.
Hah, but you’re also beautiful to me when you don’t!
When you’ve had enough of their bullshit and are itching to tell them to dive of a cliff for all you care, you are beautiful to me.
And yes, you’re still beautiful to me when you embarrass the hell out of me by pointing at people nonchalantly while explaining their family trees at weddings.
When you pull off a highly intelligent conversation in perfect English like someone with a bloody PhD — you are beautiful to me.
When you mix the multiple languages you speak into a seamless blend of brilliant hilarity — you are beautiful to me.
When you scold me to get me back on track and express your disappointment. Or when you back me up and I feel on top of the world. You are beautiful to me.
When you enjoy stand-up comedy with me and refer endlessly back to our inside jokes, or when you refuse to watch something I suggested because you’re 100% sure you’ll hate it (then agree to watch it later or maybe sometimes you won’t) — you are beautiful to me.
You are divinely beautiful to me when you’ve just spent hours binge-watching something you got in to, giving even me the queen of unhealthy yet consistent obsession, a run for her money.
I love you in all your love, faith, hate, passion, disgust, vibrancy and zest for life. Your resolute sense of entitlement of being, whatever means it took to reach this stage, is a constant inspiration and I hope to be even half the woman you are to me.
You are and always will be the most beautiful to me — inside and out.
