Dear Meethi Ma
In two hours it is going to be a full week. I have to pinch myself hard to realise what is happening. It still does not sink in. Your physical form is gone, leaving us to learn to live a life without your voice and touch.
I have not written to you in a long long time. Does that mean I don’t think of you? Or perhaps thinking of you has become such a vital part of me that I don’t feel the need to write? I often wonder…and think…to find no answers.
Dear Meethi Ma,
A few days ago lots of people sat on the dinning table talking about the growing up years of their kids. The mothers shared how their kids found it difficult to wake up in the morning, how they had difficulty adjusting into new schools and how they achieved milestones with their hard work. I was silent. There…
Happy new year to you in heavens! I am sure this new year stuff is least of the concerns of your Angel species but who wants to let go of a day to pause and reflect, perhaps make new promises and of course to celebrate.
Dear Meethi MaTomorrow onwards I am supposed to get back to “normal” life. The only trouble is I don’t know what normal means anymore. For me normal meant waking up to your good morning message. Your message indicated to me that you are ok! Then normal was speaking with you on my way to work. We had…
Missed anniversaries, Forgotten birthdaysWhen my world goes up and downAnd life pulls me 100 waysI pause to breathe deepI try my best not to weepBut tears just flowSometimes rushing and sometimes slowAnd my heart searches for your handFor it to hold me while I try to standThat tight hug I…
I got out of my home door and a blast of cold wind blew in my face. The chill numbed my ears. My nose froze. But my face smiled. Because winter reminds me of you. I still remember when you woke me up at 5 am on winter mornings in Chandigarh to make it to the school-bus stop in time. You would ask me to look…
All of the last two days I have been receiving messages on special offers on Mother’s Day. Social media is full of people declaring their love for their moms. To be honest it angered me. Made me feel miserable. Perhaps left out! I wanted to ask if any…
Remember Jaipur days? How on navmi Papa and I would refuse to get up early morning and you would be left alone (with a little help from bui) making halva, puri and the entire spread with it. Then Pooja would come on her Luna with perhaps 5 kids hanging on for…
We made it! We made it through the first year without you. Time flies? Yes it does. It is strange how 12 months fly and yet every second can seem like a lifetime.