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My First Day of School: A Life Lesson in Disguise

The first day of school is not just the beginning of education; it’s the start of a lifelong journey of discovering who you are and what you’re capable of.

“Education is the passport to the future, for tomorrow belongs to those who prepare for it today.” — Malcolm X

The memory of my first day of school is etched deeply in my mind. It was a bright morning, and while many children were crying and clinging to their parents as they dropped them off, I was filled with excitement and curiosity. The idea of stepping into a new world, meeting new people, and experiencing something beyond the comfort of home thrilled me.

However, this excitement didn’t last long. By lunchtime, the novelty had worn off, and a wave of longing for my mother washed over me. I remember walking near the staircase, feeling lost and overwhelmed. The realization hit me hard—my mom wasn’t there to take me back home, and I was suddenly gripped with an unbearable sadness. I cried, loudly and uncontrollably, with tears streaming down my face.

I still vividly recall how the world around me moved on, indifferent to my tears. Senior students passed by, chatting and laughing, while my classmates went about their day. No one stopped to ask if I was okay or tried to comfort me. Slowly, I gathered myself, and the tears stopped on their own. Looking back now, I realize that day taught me the most profound lessons of life.

Reflections and Takeaways

That seemingly ordinary first day of school turned out to be a milestone in my journey of understanding life. Here are the key lessons it taught me:

  1. Parents Are Our Anchor of Unconditional Love
    While others around us might be indifferent, our parents’ love and care are unwavering. They are our true pillars of strength, always there to nurture and guide us, even when they aren’t physically present.
  2. You Are Your Own Comforter
    No matter how loudly you cry or how vulnerable you feel, the world often doesn’t stop for your pain. That first day taught me the importance of self-reliance—of finding the strength within to calm my storm.
  3. Life Requires Adjustment
    From the first day of school to many milestones ahead, life is about adapting to new environments and challenges. Change, no matter how daunting, eventually becomes manageable when you face it with resilience.
  4. Parents Prepare Us for Independence
    Even though my mom wasn’t there with me physically, her love and blessings gave me the courage to navigate that day. It dawned on me later in life that parents won’t always walk every step with us, but their lessons and love will guide us through every journey.

The Full Circle

From that same school, I graduated years later, not just as a student but as the school topper. The same staircase where I cried on my first day became a place of countless memories—some joyous, some challenging, but all enriching.

Today, when I reflect on that day, I see it not just as a memory but as a life lesson wrapped in simplicity. It’s a reminder that while the world may seem indifferent, the love of those who truly care for us is enough to propel us forward. It also reminds me that growth often comes disguised as pain.

Final Thought

The first day of school wasn’t just about stepping into a classroom. It was my initiation into the realities of life—a lesson on love, resilience, and independence. And though it started with tears, it ended with triumphs that shaped who I am today.

What about you? What was your first day of school like? Did it teach you any lessons that stayed with you? Share your stories—because sometimes, the smallest moments teach us the biggest truths.

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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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Rising Through Grief: My Mother’s Love

Mumma left this realm in January, and gradually, after her departure, I began to feel as if the entire universe conspired for my upliftment. Recently, I realized that she never truly left me; she has always been with me and around me, and she always will be. My mother’s love has been the driving force in my life, filled with eternal love and divinity. She has always been a living goddess in my eyes. My day begins and ends with her love and blessings; she is my universe.

I often wish to bring the whole world into action for my parents. No matter how much I sacrifice, I could never repay even a fraction of their unconditional love and dedication. Within a month of her departure from this realm, I:

  • Attempted the Happiness course by Ravi Shankar and started practicing Sudarshan Kriya, followed by Sahaj Samadhi.
  • Learned basic mudras and mudra meditation from Nisha Mam.
  • Received a new job opportunity and recently joined a workplace where I feel fulfilled with my colleagues.
  • Resumed keyboard and driving classes.
  • Began nurturing indoor plants.
  • Maintained regular meditation and physical activity.
  • Adopted healthy eating habits.
  • Overcame impatience, rigidity, and a short temper to a great extent. In extreme situations, I choose to serve with love instead of reacting negatively.

In the last four months, I have been drawn to books that impart immense courage and strength, providing direction in life and helping me live in the present while enjoying the joy of peace.

Do these changes sound normal? To say the least, “No,” they do not. That’s the power of a mother’s love and her divinity driving my life.

I do break down sometimes because, despite multiple practices, emotions overshadow me. I feel the pain as if every cell of my body, every atom of my existence, is in dire need of seeing her, being with her, and feeling her emotional touch. Instantly, I’m reminded that I burned her body with these hands. I can still recall the last glimpse of her feet, which is the key to eternity. It’s alright to break down sometimes and cry your heart out.

I am being watched all the time by her, and she imparts immense strength and courage. I am not a perfect human, nor do I aspire to be one. I aspire to be a great human and to make my parents proud of who I am. I wish to serve my parents and the Lord with love and grace—that’s my sole purpose and goal at the edge of life. Last but not least, all I can say is—I AM TRYING!

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INDISPENSABLE LOVE TO ETERNITY

As per the English calendar, it’s Mother’s Day today, and social media is flooded with posts of pictures of mothers and children. It also includes posts from people who are missing their mothers today, as they have left this realm and are resting in peace. My mother was my universe, and I lost her from this realm 3.5 months ago, on January 27, 2023. I was quite curious about the afterlife and read multiple books thinking they would bring me closer to her, but instead, I ended up crying most of the time, which is natural.

What I learned from a few of my recent reads has been incredible and transformative: Don’t worry about the afterlife; start living in the present—NOW—and enjoy the beauty of life, which is showered with the blessings and love of the Divine Mother. Her wisdom showed me two paths: either pull yourself together and live a life she would be proud of, or make your life miserable by missing her every day and falling into depression. Her divine energy is so powerful that it influenced me to practice meditation and read spiritual texts. The Bhagavad Gita taught that the soul never dies. She has always been with me and will never leave. She is in another realm, which is beyond my understanding, but we will meet again.

Every day is Mother’s Day for me, and I consider my parents as gods. It took me 3.5 months to understand this, but now it is clear that every tear I shed would hurt her soul to a level beyond comprehension. She endured unbearable pain and nausea for nine months and went through multiple operations afterward. She was tormented despite her innocence but did not leave a single stone unturned in making me a good human. She never complained about anything and made everything rosy and beautiful, pampering me as if she had no problems in life. I am the outcome of her and Dad’s love and sacrifice for all the right reasons. It’s time for me to reflect on the values they imparted and strive to be a better human being.

Please don’t cry today or any day of your life, for our mother has always been with us, within us, and around us, and she will always be. Raise awareness within and around yourself and live in the present. Experience the joy of NOW, and you will feel her divine energy, blessings, and presence in every moment of your life. Do deeds that you know will make her proud. Surrender completely to your divine mother and experience the beauty of life. My deepest gratitude to my mother, resting in peace. <3