Categories
Eternal Love: A Mother's Legacy

I Thrive in Mumma’s Love: Journey of Strength and Support

Since your departure from this realm on January 27, 2023, I feel as though I have been reborn. It has been six months, and my life has changed forever. The deep-rooted nurturing and eternal love you provided have shaped my life even before I entered this world. Here are a few highlights:

Dear Mumma,

Since your departure from this realm on January 27, 2023, I feel as though I have been reborn. It has been six months, and my life has changed forever. The deep-rooted nurturing and eternal love you provided have shaped my life even before I entered this world. Here are a few highlights:

  • The strength to hold myself together.
  • The strength to face the material world.
  • The strength to stand by Dad and Didi.
  • The level of patience during obstacles.
  • The ability to manage responsibilities at home and daily chores while dedicating time to work.
  • The ability to work with focus and love on every project.
  • The ability to meditate every single day.
  • The passion for reading books and regular prayer.
  • The ability and desire to learn musical instruments, journal, and tend to my plants.
  • The compassion and empathy in the face of challenges.
  • The introduction of Nisha Mam into my life and my passion for learning Mudra and the application of the five elements.
  • The love and compassion that Preeti Mam showers on me, along with my first-ever reading partner.
  • The love and compassion I see in the eyes of relatives for whom I once held bitter feelings.
  • Beyond the support of maids, security personnel, the cook, neighbors, the Mudra group, the Sujok clinic, and work seniors, I experience love and compassion even from strangers—such as the Uber driver, rickshaw puller, or vendors.

This list is infinite and has no end.

You are the doer, and I am merely an instrument in your hands. My life is completely surrendered, and I choose to humbly live as guided. Everything that comes to me feels like a gift from you.

Sometimes people ask me to “pray to your mom for this or that,” and I feel conflicted. How can I explain that you have already showered me with so much, even without being asked? It makes me feel like I am committing a great crime, making me feel insignificant and embarrassed.

Mumma, I love you with all the quarks and gluons (the tiniest things in the universe according to material realms) of my existence. My only comfort and inspiration come from knowing that you are free from all pain and suffering, resting in peace, and one with our Lord.