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Eternal Love: A Mother's Legacy

Divine Will and a Mother’s Eternal Love: A Journey of Faith, Pain, and Gratitude

Nothing happens against the will of God.

The Lord gave me indications—not just once but multiple times.

In 2019, I was so homesick while working in Hyderabad that I left my job and returned home without any other opportunity lined up. I didn’t know then that this decision was part of a divine plan. For the last few years, I watched you, Mumma, suffer day and night. In the year leading up to your departure, your unconditional love and immense suffering consumed my every thought.

Despite the pain and the terrible side effects of the steroids you had been on for years, you never stopped pouring love upon me or teaching me profound wisdom. I remember those sleepless nights vividly—times when the world was at rest, and you struggled to sleep. I’d wake up in the middle of the night out of sheer fear to check if you were still breathing. Many nights, I lay awake, helpless, crying into my pillow, hiding my tears so you wouldn’t notice.

I wasn’t ready to lose you, Mumma. I don’t think I ever would have been ready. Perhaps my desire to hold on to you was selfish.

After Aunt passed away, my reality check deepened. I found it impossible to focus on work, overwhelmed by an urge to leave everything behind and spend all my time with you and Daddy—caring for you, serving you, and giving you every bit of love I could muster.

I used to hold a glass of water every day and imagine happy times—the three of us healthy and joyous together. The thought of losing you was unbearable. I knew friends who had lost a parent, and I always thought I wouldn’t survive if that happened to me. When the doctors discovered gallstones, I was terrified. They warned us that anesthesia wasn’t an option and that a sudden burst could be fatal.

I prayed relentlessly for years, asking God for more time with you. I longed to see you celebrate 50 years of marriage with Daddy—a dream that came true. But I also wanted to find you a son-in-law and surprise you on your anniversary. I failed at that, Mumma. I struggled to make that dream come true, and it weighs heavily on me.

The Divine Indications I Missed

In those days before your health deteriorated, you gave me signs, but I didn’t want to see them for what they were.

  • You asked Daddy to give me holy water after the Hanuman Chalisa every day. I came to you crying, asking why you’d told him to do it instead of doing it yourself.
  • I saw you laughing one last time—a joyous, carefree laugh that reminded me of Naniji(Grandmother). She too had laughed like that shortly before her passing.
  • I stumbled upon an online horoscope that mentioned severe illness in the family.
  • Multiple social media posts about mothers passing away appeared before me, haunting my thoughts.
  • I read an article stating that the first thing a person loses near death is their sense of taste. I saw you struggle with mouth ulcers and affirmed to myself, “This is not the time; Mumma will live a long life.”

I clung to denial.

On the ventilator, you asked me to consider Lord Krishna as my Guru. You had always worshipped Lord Krishna and Balaji, and in that moment, it became clear: Krishna is my Lord, and you are my personal Guru.

Today, I find solace in knowing that you are free from pain and suffering, resting in peace in Baikunth Lok.

Gurve Namah! 🙏🙏🙏

Your eternal love, teachings, and connection to the divine will guide me for the rest of my life. You, Daddy, and Lord Krishna are One in my heart.

My heart is full of love and gratitude for you. Always. ❤️

Thank you for everything. 🙏

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Whispers of the Divine: A Mother’s Love Across Realms

They say you embarked on a new journey to a heavenly abode, but to me, you have always transcended human form, even while you walked this earth. Your extraordinary ability to read my mind and see into my heart was a rare gift. Despite the generational divide, you understood me in ways that no one else ever could. It felt as though you lived in my soul, grasping every nuance and detail far beyond what those my age could ever comprehend.

Your prayers and boundless love—both maternal and divine—made the impossible possible. They shaped my very belief system, instilling in me a faith that continues to guide me today. When life overwhelmed me, simply placing my head beneath your veil wiped away my pain, allowing me to find solace in your presence. You were my refuge.

Like the nurturing arms of Mother Nature, you allowed me to thrive under your care. Even when I faltered or neglected my responsibilities, much like how we often take our planet for granted, you forgave me without hesitation. You continued to give, as only a mother could. I slept in your protection and awakened each day wrapped in the warmth of your love. Not a single moment passes without feeling your protective shield around me—in every breath I take and every stirring of my heart. The sheer ehsaas of you lingers in the air, reminding me of the goddess you always were.

Worshipping Ma Durga brings me back to you—the way your love, care, and blessings empowered me to face my inner demons. It was your nurturing spirit that helped me conquer my shortcomings, allowing me to focus on the strength you always recognized in me.

When I invoke Ma Laxmi, I remember the abundance you blessed me with—not just in material wealth, but in spiritual prosperity and self-knowledge, guiding me toward liberation. You opened my eyes to the riches within, treasures I carry with me every day.

And then there’s Ma Saraswati—she brings back the peace I felt in your presence, the serenity found in the safety of your veil. You awakened a power in me that I didn’t know I possessed, the limitless potential that fuels my journey.

Ma Saraswati also reminds me of that bittersweet moment when the world outside bid farewell to her idol while I was bidding farewell to you, as you left this realm during your cremation ceremony.

It wasn’t mere coincidence; life has no random acts. There was a deeper synchronicity at play, as if the universe mirrored my grief, reminding me that just like the goddess you were, you will always be a part of me.

“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched—they must be felt with the heart.” – Helen Keller

You are my eternal guide, my divine mother, and in every breath, I carry your essence with me, forever intertwined.

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Adversity to Triumph : Mother’s Enduring Love

As I reflect on my life and the profound impact my mother had on it, I am overwhelmed by a mix of grief, gratitude, and awe. Today, I want to share a story that’s etched deeply in my heart—one that speaks of resilience, sacrifice, and an enduring bond that defied all odds.

On my very first birthday, my mother was in the hospital undergoing a crucial operation. Despite her own suffering and the uncertain future, she ensured that I wore a new dress for my special day. It wasn’t just a dress—it was a symbol of her undying love and her refusal to let her own trials overshadow my joy. Given the circumstances, she understood there might be no one else to celebrate my birthday at home. It was a gesture of hope and defiance against the adversity that surrounded us.

From the moment I came into this world, my mother’s life was marked by hardships. My grandmother had initially rejected me because I was not the grandson she had hoped for. Such rejection could have been a blow to anyone’s spirit, but my mother faced it with an unbreakable resolve.

Soon after my birth, I fell gravely ill. Doctors gave up hope, stating that my survival was unlikely. Yet, my mother’s faith never wavered. She clung to hope with a tenacity that seemed almost supernatural. She prayed fervently, undertook austerities, and observed fasts, never giving up on me, even when the medical community had written me off.

The Lord had a plan, and that plan was to give us years together that we would come to cherish. I consider myself incredibly fortunate to have been raised by the strongest woman in the universe—a woman who, despite the rejections and adversities, embraced me with a mother’s love and dedicated her life to my well-being. She sacrificed her comfort, her health, and her own dreams to provide me with education, nourishment, and the values that shaped me.

For 38 years, my mother endured unimaginable suffering and torment. It was only in July 2010 that our lives began to shift dramatically. I remember walking out of our home with the thrilling news of securing a job at PwC, a job that promised a salary that was merely a dream. Her astonishment and joy were palpable. “Really?” she asked, her voice filled with disbelief and pride. That evening marked the beginning of a new chapter for us, a period of gradual improvement and transformation in our lives.

Yet, as I now grapple with the pain of her loss, the last 38 days of her life resonate with an almost unbearable intensity. Her final days were marked by immense suffering. On a ventilator, with her legs and hands restrained, her body was swelling and oozing—each detail of her condition a vivid reminder of her torment. Despite her excruciating suffering, she was more concerned about the expenses of her treatment than her own pain. Her selflessness in those moments was a profound lesson in compassion.

In reflecting on her life, I am struck by a series of poignant coincidences. I was born on a Friday, and she departed on a Friday. I came into this world on the 27th, and she left us on the 27th. These details, though small, seem to underscore the deep connection we shared.

In the end, I am left with a heart full of gratitude and sorrow, and a profound respect for the woman who, despite her own suffering, gave me everything.

Through everything, my mother taught me an invaluable lesson: Never lose hope. As long as there is life, there is hope. Her life was a testament to enduring strength and selfless love. The pain of losing her is immense, and the grief is profound, but the lessons she imparted continue to guide me. Her life was one of relentless courage, and her legacy is a beacon of hope that will forever light my path.

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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.

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Self-Respect and Sacrifice: A Powerful Childhood Lesson from My Mother

The Value of Self-Respect: A Childhood Lesson to Remember

There’s nothing more important than self-respect. It shapes our identity, values, and how we carry ourselves. While it’s rare to notice this trait in children, some kids seem to have it naturally—perhaps it runs in their genes. This is a heartwarming story from my own childhood, where I learned the importance of self-respect through my mother’s sacrifices.  

A Mother’s Love and Sacrifices

As the youngest daughter in my family, I was pampered, mischievous, and innocent. My mother always aimed to provide me with the best life she could, even as we faced financial struggles. She never allowed me to feel the weight of our circumstances.  

Whenever there was a birthday party or family function, my mother would borrow beautiful dresses from my cousin, who was the same age. Buying new outfits wasn’t an option, but she prioritized my happiness above her own feelings about self-respect and pride. My elder sister often missed these events, as only I was taken to maintain this arrangement.  

A Moment of Realization

One day, I saw my cousin wearing the same dress I had worn to a party. Curious, I asked my mother, “How is she wearing my dress?” To ease my confusion, my mother simply said, “It must be a copy.”  

Later, during my uncle’s wedding, my mother bought me a new outfit, thinking it would make me happy. However, I noticed the difference and became suspicious.  

With teary eyes, I confronted my mother:  

“Did you borrow this dress from Aunt again?”

Overwhelmed, I cried, realizing how much the borrowed dresses bothered me. That day, my mother made a heartfelt promise: we would never borrow clothes again, even if it meant skipping future events. She put aside her self-respect and ego for my happiness.  

A Lesson in Self-Respect and Gratitude

Through this experience, I learned that self-respect is crucial—something my mother embodied. Today, I have a wardrobe full of beautiful clothes, and I rarely repeat an outfit in a month.  

This story serves as a reminder that parents often go to extraordinary lengths to provide the best for us, even when faced with challenges. Their love and sacrifices shape who we become, and they deserve our deepest respect.  

Hold On to Self-Respect and Stay Positive

Self-respect is a quality that should never be compromised, no matter the situation. Challenges and tough times are temporary—keep moving forward with hope and a positive attitude. Life will change for the better, and one day, you’ll look back and appreciate how far you’ve come.