Shruti Tilve
IF I know what love is, it is because of my mother. Twenty-two years of my life, I’ve had the strongest anchor holding onto me. From every fall to every step of success, from pushing me to excel at everything I do, including making round roti, to laughing at me while I cry, holding her every birthday day telling her it sucks to grow up and I don’t want to do it anymore — she’s been there. Through all the tears and happy smiles my mother has helped me be the woman I am today. To the world she may be a mother. But to our family, she is our world.