I lied to you maa.
About a hundred times.
About a hundred things.
For right reasons and for the wrong ones.
Let me tell you there's not a single moment I don't hate myself for lying to you and wish I could tell you the truth. But it's how it is, sometimes there's no other way out.
I like to tell you everything Maa, every little thing that happens to me, you are the first person I wish to tell them to. And I do tell you, most of the things at least but then you know there are things I know you would never accept and things which you like most parents consider wrong. But for me, I like doing things that I am not supposed to, I like taking risks that you won't let me take, so I lie and I do them anyway. I like to make my own experiences and learn my own lessons rather than learning from yours or anyone else's mistakes, so even when I know I am doing the wrong thing by your dictionary, I still do them to make my judgments of right and wrong. But maybe someday, 30 years from now when I will have my own children, we sit down in a lazy afternoon and we talk about our past life in general and measure how far we have come, maybe then I will tell you about all the times I lied to you and all the stupid things I did without your knowledge and then maybe you will scold me a little but at the end we will together laugh about it.
I love you Maa.