When I got married, I wondered if I would miss my mother’s familiar knock on the wall that we both shared in common, and the one that served as my alarm clock when my mom banged it from her side 😁 in the wee hours of morning, and stopped only when I gave a return knock to let her know that I had woken up? 😂
Would I miss not waking up to the fragrance of moms special pancakes as I got dressed for the day? While her favourite shabad kirtan played softly? Or coming to her with a tray at 5 p.m and in a sing-song voice calling out, ‘Tea-time!!’ ☕! And seeing her delightful smile as she deeply inhaled the fragrance of cardamom in her chai as she settled herself into her favourite garden chair?
I wondered if I would get the ‘space’ that she had taught me to cherish and guard and revel in and make it my best friend, just as she had? ☁️☁️
With the passing of time and without her really knowing it, she became my greatest teacher and guide….I needed no guru, if I could just have her wise counsel. I could trust her to see some positivity in a situation that looked bleak and hopeless to me….🌤️
When I go back to her now, some of our rituals remain the same, I make the evening tea and she lays the morning breakfast. I drive her to our favorite picnic spots on the Doon Mussoorie road and we reminisce about the time gone by, taking turns to fill our mugs with tea from our favorite thermos….😊
She constantly reiterates the pleasure of being in the moment… Of looking forward to the small joys and not getting bogged down by bigger issues. After all, she says, we have just one life to live, let’s celebrate it…. 💕!
You made every little joy count and made every transition in life an experience to enjoy… For that, Thank you!
This Valentines Day is dedicated to you Maa, for being my First🥇 L❤️VE !!!