If there is anything in this universe I could turn infinite then that would be waking up to my mothers presence each morning. It seems like everyday I take her for granted. As if she will be here every morning, already awake and glowing before Abu (my father) and I. Doing her own thing around the house and then asking me as I go downstairs 'What would you like to eat baby?'. Like all good things come to an end, so will our time. As I type, Amu (my | mother) is exploring the untidiness of my bedroom behind me, with a cup of English Breakfast in her hands and dressed in a printed cotton maxi. My mums favourite thing to wear at home are her cotton maxi dresses. Very popular in Bangladesh, where I was born. This one she's wearing at the moment has beautiful flowers & leaves replicating henna designs, in a variety of blue shades printed on white. She has a whole collection of | printed cotton maxi's, and I must say they are a very comfortable form of sleep wear. Better than any kind of sexy black lace, i mean it. But these cotton maxi's are more than just comfort, they have attached too many memories of my mum at home and kept too much scent of my Amu's skin. These prints will always remind me of her, and i will save these cotton garments for a very long time. |
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Safarat
8/1/2013 09:00:42 pm
i love the photos !! nice blog !!
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Binni
1/3/2014 12:59:49 pm
Aww very touchy.love it
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I'm Parisa, a passionate home baker & a finance student living in Sydney. I very much enjoy food, baking for others & gloomy weather. Here I post small glimpses of my personal experiences in & out of my hometown, so i hope you enjoy! Keep in touchLibrary
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