New Traditions

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Every year, as the seasons shift from winter's cold grasp to the bright palette of spring,
I find myself meandering on the lush green fields,
eagerly anticipating the first bloom. With the first burst of color,
I start scouring the city,
gathering a diverse collection of flowers, one for each color and type,
creating a complete bouquet to bring home.

The significance lies in the moment when the first blooms appear.
It's then that the desire awakens to share the most beautiful moment of the year with my mother.
A fresh bouquet becomes an annual offering, and her surprise is palpable each time she opens the door to receive it, never seeing the pattern or reasoning.

After a few years of this ritual, she inquired about the why.
I explained that I want her to be the first to witness the beauty that the world unfolds each spring.
Because she's the only one I think of when I see the season's change, and no one I would rather share that moment with,
In that conversation for the first time, her eyes shimmered with tears of happiness, realizing the depth of the gesture.
Every detail in this tradition matters, as giving her the first bloom has become an unexpected answer to the unspoken question of why it matters so much.

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Jab sard hawao ke baad bahar ka mausam aata hai,
Main harre bharre zameenon par kadam rakh leti hoon.
Phool khilne ka intezar karti hoon,
Pehla phool khilne par main sheher ki galiyon mein phoolon ki talash mein nikal padti hoon.

Har rang, har qisam ke phoolon ko ekhata karti hoon,
Guldasta banati hoon, har phool ek kahani ke saath.
Har saal, ye guldasta maa ko deti hoon,
Us pal ka intezaar karte hain jab unki aankhon mein chamak aaye.

Kuch saal baad, maa ne poocha, "Har kuch deer baad kyun laati ho ye guldastey?"
Maine kaha, Main chahti hoon ke meri Ma wo duniya ki saari khoobsuratiyon ko dekhe jo Allah ne banayi hai, sab se pehle har mausam ki khoobsurati meri Ma dekhe. Aise ho hi nahi sakta ke main ye lamhe unke hatheli pe na rakhu

Us din maine unko pehli baar dekha unn phoolo ki tarra khill te hue.

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