Dear Mumma,
It’s been a year since your departure from this realm, and I am still breathing—I did not fall apart. It’s not ordinary.
When Bajrang Bali visited me in a dream on the day you embarked on your eternal journey, it was not ordinary—an extraordinary blessing for me, as I honor you as an eternal being in human form and the creator of love and light in my life.
You introduced Lord Krishna as my Guru, and Krishna introduced you as my personal Guru on the day of your departure. It’s not ordinary.
I have remained sane and have consciously taken care of my mental and physical well-being. It’s not ordinary.
I stand upright where the mind is without fear, head held high, and remain grounded in the roots of existence. It’s not ordinary.
In the face of adversity, I stay calm and hold on to hope without losing my temper. It’s not ordinary.
You visit me in dreams, blessing me consciously before even the tiniest events in my life. It’s not ordinary.
As a former bibliophobe, reading 16 books this past year and applying their teachings despite your absence is not ordinary.
Writing multiple blog posts about our experience, your eternal love, guidance, and blessings over the past year—it’s not ordinary.
Managing a home alongside a full-time job and reviving several passions I once cherished—it’s not ordinary.
Having a career that’s both rewarding and inspiring—it’s not ordinary.
Seeing my paintings, writings, and interviews featured in newsletters—it’s not ordinary.
Cultivating wisdom to deal with difficult people while maintaining peace of mind—it’s not ordinary.
Being seen as an epitome of strength by those around me—it’s not ordinary.
Attending a seminar by a spiritual master just a week after your cremation ceremony—it’s not ordinary.
Every achievement, reward, and recognition I’ve received this past year—both at work and in personal life—is not ordinary.
When someone who visited our home only a couple of times in the last decade stayed by us after your departure—it’s not ordinary.
When those who once claimed to be the “best ones” in my life withdrew, I did not miss them, nor did I feel lonely. It’s not ordinary.
Forgiving and showing compassion to those who tried to hurt or break you—it’s not ordinary.
Receiving miracles, guidance, and help in various aspects of life—it’s not ordinary.
Understanding with clarity that I am merely an instrument, and you are the Doer—it’s not ordinary.
When I have been raised and nurtured in the lap of an extraordinary mother, how could I live an ordinary life?
I feel your presence in every cell of my existence.
I feel your presence in every vein of my existence.
I feel your presence with every breath of my existence.
My entire universe lies at your lotus feet.
Your eternal love and blessings fuel my life.
With you by my side, I will leave no stone unturned and make you proud—until we meet again at our eternal home.
Love you, Gurve Namah!