Vimal - Arbuda Emporium - Gandhinagar

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Vimal Emporium

Vimal cloths merchant

Ok place

Had a good variety of clothes.

In this world, there is a woman that : If I played truant and neglected my study, she would chew me out and punish me strictly, but her heart still has enough tolerance and love to forgive all my faults. If I and my brother had a row, she would tell us off, but her arms are still large enough to embrace us tight. That is my mother- the woman I admire most in this world ! My mother is always busy, who often goes to work when the Sun is sleeping with a blanket of clouds, only backs home when the Moon and stars are playing hide-and-seek in the pitch dark sky and grass is covered with night dew. Despite being tired, smiles're always on her face whenever she sees me. And only when she smiles do I realise the divine beauty hidden in her eyes, which are aglow with pleasure, happiness and as bright as sunshine :)) Both sun and water give us a life, I love not only her eyes ( sunshine) but also her hair ( water). Her hair looks like a beautiful cascade which originates from Lang Biang mountain, it's so silky that every once in a while, I'm afraid it will flow away like water :> My Mom often sits on the step of the house combing her hair, she combs and combs it as if she was tracing some special happiness somewhere : " You will be a grown up person when my hair turns white", she said to me. I sit silently beside her and my eyes mist with tears. - Oh, my daughter, an easy-to-cry girl, obviously, our hair turns white when we are older. Her hand pats me on my shoulder, a feeling of warm run along my back. Of all things, I love her hands most, which have to do a lot of household chores. Her hands are so strong and protective when carrying a baby, skillful when kniting woolen scarf, delicate when wiping away tears on my face. Dad's hands can never be the same. There's a simile that a woman's moral beauty is like a night rain, you are not able to tell it's raining unless you listen to the pitter-patter on the roof, and you can't feel my mom's virtue and dignity unless you see her behaviour and life-style and listen to...her voice :P My mother is an erudite woman who often has optimistic outlooks on every problem. She encourages me to pursue and actualise my dreams, let me do what I'm passionate about....although, sometimes, she get a little disappointed with my decision and worried about my illogical ideas, as she promised, I need to stand on my own feet, sooner or later, my mom can't take me under her wing any more, I will fly with my own wings. My mother is a great woman who sacrifices all her life for us, yet sometimes, I let her down, I bought an exorbitant lipstick and treated myself to ridiculously expensive cake and ice-cream whereas my mom was saving up little by little money to pay for water and electric bills. I hang out when my mom is working hard to bring me up...She doesn't blame me, but I feel guilty of my bad behaviour. I remind myself to change and obey her. "An unruly child is always a sadness for a mother" Despite knowing that no word can describe my mom's sacrifice and my admiration for her, I still write something : My mom is like a giant tree shadowing every corner of my life, like a fire heating my soul, like a wind blowing all sadness, like a pure stream flowing straight to my heart :)) Although once in a blue moon, I cold- shoulder my mom, refuse her care and " Why do you take care of me too much?", she still love mes, protects me from sorrows and pain in my life, she always stand by me, pray for my happiness, dispel despair and fear...How much I respect her ! I will sing the song " The enternal mother" for my mom forever. Therefore, if anyone who still own your mother an apology, say sorry to her, you don't need to say you love her, not necessary to kiss or embrace her, just never let her down and obey her so that she's always happy. Bird needs blue sky, fish need large ocean, and all of us need our immense moms'love to live in this tiny world.