I am not quoting Gorky or the mother of Pondicherry.How she used to bear with me.Always I used to annoy her.She would come running to beat me and I used to run away beyond her reach.She would never say bad about me to Pop.I went to college,I needed more money.She used to send without knowledge of my father.I used to smoke and confided all things to her which she never said to my father.She had Uterus Cancer,no hair ,no taste in food.I was in the college.Still at the time of her departure,she in the morning cooked food for me and said to my father that I was coming and then went to sleep.I never felt her necessity or necessity of her presence when she was there.But when she was no more,every moment I could feel and now too I feel.At any point of helplessness,I feel her standing by me and pulling me out of all distress that I came across in my life.She remains a Goddess to me.But I remember more when I feel helpless.Her day is too approaching and it is not Womens day for me.