With Me, Always!!!

But there’s a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall? How a scar got on your face? Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begin. ~ Mitch Albom

June 29, 2013. The city was Kolkata (formerly called Calcutta). Today marks another year of her death anniversary—Ma, as I lovingly called her, which is a universal term used across the world—there are variants of this word like Mother, Mum, Mom, Madre, Amma, and so on but in essence all of them carry the same meaning.. Ma’s passing was really unexpected. Not that one usually prepares for death to arrive, but I was not at her side when she passed from this world to another world.


Death is totally in the numbers. There are the numbers of the days that slip into a count of the weeks, which amount to the passing of months – starting at a crawl but before you know it, fly by at a run.


I loved her then, I love her even now, and will love her till eternity. And I miss her a lot; her presence, her touch, and her voice. I have come to find that the best way to heal is to remember. Remember her. Remember the love, remember her goodness, remember her Motherhood journey with me, remember everything. And even today, I talk to her because she’s always listening (from somewhere I believe). Today, I might not be able to see her around with my eyes or touch her with my hands, but I can feel her with my heart, she is near me, forever.


Everyone says that I am a reflection of my Ma, both in my looks and virtue. That is true to an extent, but my Ma was a character of love (love for every human being), generosity, kindness, and selfless service. Ma was brave and beautiful—the steel in her resolve was unmatchable and unseen and her face was so divine and honest. This space is not enough to pen her stories of grit and determination.

And I love this saying, which I read somewhere I don’t quite remember, but so true, “Those we love don’t go away, they walk beside us every day. Unseen, unheard, but always near. Still loved, still missed and very dear.”

Ma, I carry you in my heart, forever.


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