The one who brought me to this world – the one who has shaped me and tried to make me a better person – the one who nourished my body and soul – the one who has inspired many – the one who exemplifies courage, sacrifice, patience, humility, intelligence and many more – the one who suffered many a physical and emotional pain without any complaints – is no more.
My mom’s life story is such an inspiration to me and to many in our family and extended families. How much ever I write here about my mom, I will not be able to make any justice. I haven’t even decided if I should begin writing about my mom.
The past few weeks have been such a roller-coaster ride for all of us. For a few days we thought my mom would get better, for a few other days we had hopes fading and again we saw mom getting better and so on. Ultimately, my mom passed away – hopefully peacefully – in sleep.
The past few weeks it was an emotional roller-coaster journey for me. I have started to re-evaluate my choices, my decisions and the direction I should take moving forward. Not that I have figured it all out, but I now know what is important in life – or so I think.
Visting India has always been a philosophical journey and an eye-opener for me. But this visit – which I thought would be just visiting my mother who was sick – turned into something else.
I saw a person, who even in the most unimaginable physical anguish, never utter a harsh word to anyone – even to god. I saw a person, who mustered all the strength she can, while still having these immense physical pains, to cheer us up. I saw a person breathing her last breath. I saw a person lying so still, yet we thought would wake up at any moment. I saw a person turning to ash.
And I collected whatever is left of the person in a small urn. That small urn is what is left of a person – who has brought me to this world; nourished, shaped, inspired me and many others.
Even though mom, you are no longer with us in person, you will always live in our hearts.

