On Mothers Day, An Iengar Chick, posts a tribute to her Mom and mothers in general.

My first recollection of my mom is typically her draped in a cotton saree, with a towel wrapped around her tresses, smelling like sandalwood or cuticura powder serving me coffee in the morning.

She was as selfless as other moms are and basically lived all her life in anonymity, dedicating it to our family. I often wondered why she had developed a sudden penchant for wearing cotton saris when she looked really pretty in chiffon. Now that I am older I am kinda guessing it was not as she had put it to brave the sunnyy weather it was because cotton saris generally ranged from 100 to 300 bucks in those days that meant more could be spent on her daughters.