One Fine Late winter night singing with momah!

My mother loves to sing. and she sings much better than I do.
Tonight, I was casually strumming my guitar, when my mother came by and started singing 'Maa' from taare zameen par. And I suddenly stopped playing. She asked me if i was playing the same song... so I resumed playing and asked her to sing. Both of us didn't know the lyrics completely, but we sang for our respective mothers. we finished, smiled at each other and our amazing timing, and she walked away. All this happened in the space of three minutes. And I'm still wondering where those few moments came from. It was easier as a kid to express my affection for her. I'm not as little now, and its difficult to express it in words, or deeds. So I will always wish for more such subtle moments with mum.
and just to end with a lighter note, I was tuning my guitar as she walked out of the room,... and she remarked - 'there... you started playing your favourite tune again' ...
(i said ...'wha...?')

the other girl blues

I called my friend last night

He just pretended to listen’

Still searching for her number

The girl he’s been missing

He told me how they met,

And why he found her hot

I thought shes all there can be,

And I’m obviously not

Oooooh…. The way that she smiles,

The way that she talks

Through her luscious pink lips

And her pretty little walk

I say honey… Please stop

Don’t even bother…

‘cause no girl wants to hear about

any other…