Today on 1st October last year, Mama was gone.

In that stunned silence of acceptance of her death as her final destination in this life form, I faced multiple emotions, many of which have been felt, every single day since her departure.

My relationship with her had developed more into a friend zone where we would laugh and also fight in the same very hour and yet knew that we were there as rock solid support of each other. Always.

Most of all I miss that friend, that pillar, that person with whom I could bare all and felt both relieved and at peace thereafter. Even in the face of extreme difficulties.

Mother’s have a special place and nothing can fill the void that alas, goes deeper and darker for the children left behind for the rest of our lives.

But as a believer in reincarnation like her, of one thing I am sure- we will meet again and again and rejoice and get recharged in each other’s company.

She may have been highly qualified, a master of all Vedas and various other scriptures including many she wrote herself.

But every day I still get up looking forward to see that spark in her eye whenever she would see me upon returning from a journey.

Dasvidaniya Mama!

And I am sure the world will continue to get nurtured from the stream of creativity and love that endlessly flows from your soul in all your new life forms.

When we used to meet, we will sometimes do a fist bump, but always say YO!.

YO Mama. YO every single day!

(In glory and love for a loving soul who visited this planet earth in the form of Dr Manju Narang from 4th August 1948 to 1st October 2024)