Cold and rainy night, it was an ideal night for spicy pani puri and long drive and that’s exactly what we did on December 16th 2017. My phone rang and I could barely hear it with Shreya Ghoshal singing in the background. The music was turned off to answer the call from my elder sister, I wondered why she called at 11.10 pm, did she dial me by mistake or ??? A hundred thoughts pondering quickly I answered the call.
I wish I hadn’t taken that call or I never heard her say that... my guiding light, the divine soul that kept me in her womb with aspirations was NO MORE! I shook in fear and assumed I misunderstood the voice or whatever my sister was saying.
I didn’t want to hear cries around, I only wanted to hear MOM for one last time ... I gained courage to travel by the 1.40 am flight. Every time I felt friends have become family and it was so true that night. They were all there to shoulder me and took over in getting our bags packed to tickets booked.
The worst 4 hour journey in my life, a heavy heart and a hope that I heard everything wrong and that MOM would give me a hug! She was layed down with huge garlands which were so aromatic, something that she loved. She looked so divine through the clean glass, she looked so happy resting in that cool glass coffin. My heart was pounding with hope that she would break the glass and wake up to see all her loved ones near her. Her toe nails well pedicured and polished with cherry red polish, her hair had no traces of grey and her eyebrows so well defined. Her diamonds glittered like never before and her big red bindhi looked as gorgeous as ever.
AMMA... can I hear you one last time, one hug and that one line which you always said...naan irrukku bhayamyen ( why fear when I’m here) . Your memories will be cherished and your life will be celebrated. Will miss you at every walk of my life but I know you are watching me from above. I’m sure you are safe and making another world a happier place just like the one YOU made ours!
Love you Amma...
