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I Believe In True Love

I am lucky to have found it so many times

Vidya Sury ©

June 5th: Do you believe in true love? Why or why not?

What serendipity that I saw this prompt today, thanks to someone’s post.

Yes, I believe in true love, and so, I’ll naturally go with the “why.” I am fortunate to have the love of my family and my friends.

But let me talk about my first love — my mom. You know what they say about believing in love at first sight: it holds true for me because I loved my mom ever since I opened my eyes for the first time in my life.

I’ve been thinking of her more than usual since this morning. While she is never far away from my thoughts and has permanent residence in my heart, certain things bring back memories of her with more force than I can bear.

I happened to be walking home from the market this evening when the flower lady who has a stall on the sidewalk called out to me. As I smiled at her, she beckoned me over and urged me to buy Champa flowers — my mom loved them so much. Yes, the flower lady knew my mom and mourned with me for years after she passed away, always taking a moment to recall some kindness my mother had shown her.

Anyway, I did buy the flowers even as my throat choked up, thinking about how, even twelve years on, her absence affected me so much.

I headed home with the little bag of Champa flowers, smiling. Even now, so many years later, I find a petal or flower pressed in one of her books, or in a box, on a shelf . . . and the fragrance still lingers.

Once home, I arranged the flowers around the house, the heady fragrance literally enveloping my senses, and I associated it with my mom’s warm personality. She would always smell of talcum powder, sandalwood soap, and moisturizer. And cooking. I loved it when she hugged me; it was a full-fledged hug that enveloped me in her love.

Today, I wish she was around for so many things. She touched so many lives with her love.

Vidya’s hand holding champa flower. ©

As I held a beautiful Champa flower in my hand, I imagined her marveling at it, describing its perfume, and generally talking about all things good.

I enjoyed my mom’s unconditional love until I was forty-six. I believe her love is responsible for all that is good in me today. She taught me to be optimistic, and believe that I was capable of accomplishing anything I set my mind to, to be patient, and forgiving.

With each passing day, I realize what a privilege it is to receive such love.

Key message: Love can change you in ways you cannot even imagine. Love makes you a better person. Unconditional love is a gift to be cherished forever.

Vidya Sury, Collecting Smiles ❤ Did you smile today?

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