I was stupid. Once I tried to measure the depth of the sea with my footsteps. After 20 feet, I died and couldn’t measure it at all. She was exactly like the sea and her depth of love was unfathomable. She irons the dress for me. To make it stiff, she sprinkles water before ironing. One day, I saw her underarms through the torn-open of her dress. She probably had only one pair of maxis. When I got my first salary, I bought her a neatly-woven maxi. She would have never thought of wearing one such in her lifetime, but my mother was happy.