My Light!

My Light!

Worlds Best Love! A Tribute to my Loving Mother!!

Early morning I wake up from sleep disturbed, it was a dream but I don't remember what, I certainly know it's something kept thinking, I try hard to remember but it didn't help, I immediately pick my phone and call the number saved as "Mumma", She is my guiding Light!

Her Voice is my favourite music, it calms even the loudest scream from inside my head.

Mumma: Hello Mole!

Me: Hello Mumma what you doing?

Mumma: Just finished my morning prayer now drinking tea!

Me: Breakfast?

Mumma: Will eat now ma, what you doing? Last night I called you but you didn't pick my call, how did the wedding go?

Me: Sorry ma, was busy! Wedding was bindas! I just caught up! Just a nightmare I don't remember.

Mumma: Okay Good, and about the nightmare don't worry da, God is there, just say a small prayer and give it to god he will take her of everything!

Me: Okay mumma! I'll go get fresh and eat something, everyone are waiting for me.

Mumma: Okay da! Chakkare Ummmah! (Sweet Kisses)

Me: Ummmmah! Bye ma!

I disconnect the call, my face now lit! The anxiety of my nightmare disappeared, my frowning face now smiling, I don't know what I would do without her.

My Mumma is the mother of 10 children's, a widower when her youngest daughter was 6 years old, uneducated from a poor family, without a choice married to an alcoholic father,  yet she showed me what true Love is, She is my living saint!

I know life is full ups and downs, but for her it was only filled with downs, yet she stood strong with just faith that God will provide, I remember during my  childhood when I used to wake up to the sobbing sound and I found her kneeling infront of Our little alter weeping, her silent sobs are our blessings now!

She worked all possible odd jobs to feed for us, She stood infront of relatives and acquaintances for help, so she could give us education, She always believed Education can't be stolen nor lost and it will remain as boon in our lives, so she made sure all of us had access to good education, I remember her waking up early in the morning and walk 6-7 kms to fetch leftover food from different household, and that used to be our breakfast,
I remember how we used to fight for it and eat, the taste or the quality of the food didn't matter as far as we had something to eat, She always told never feel ashamed to ask for something, if they want they will give otherwise they will say no, but it's always better than stealing, her integrity in little things is one reason why I call her my Saint.

I remember her having issues in her leg due to excessive walking, he used to walk 20+ km everyday for work so she could save money from bus fare so we could eat one meal at least, that's how much he struggled, there have been days when we used to tell her that our stomach hurts not knowing it was hunger, she like a magician would take a glass of water add a pinch of salt and sugar, say a small prayer like a mantra and make us drink it, and I don't know if it was the water or her love that filled our stomach, I remember asking  if her stomach hurts everyday? Cause I see her drinking a glass of water after we have eaten our food, I have seen very little scenes of her eating.

Even inspite off utter poverty she always had a heart to give for others, I remember an incident where she waited for almost an entire day in front of an religious ashram asking for some help, it was summer vacation and all of us were little kids, at least during school days we used to manage our hunger in the afternoon being around friends and busy in classes, but during holidays mainly during summer when we were at home it was very difficult without food, so she stood there asking for help, they saw my mother standing in front of their main door, they walked past her 2-3 times, thinking if they ignored her, she would go away, but my mother was an epitome of perseverance, finally they gave in and sent her away with 10 kilos of raw rice, few home grown fruits and vegetables along with 500₹, she left the place thanking them, my sister who was with her was so happy that we all will get to eat something as soon as we go back home, but on the way my mother saw another lady who cried to her telling her 3 children are at home hungry, even without a second thought she gave away the entire thing, including the money, she walked back home empty handed, my sister kept mummering angry and hungry as to why she had to give away the entire thing, but the response my mother gave that day is still my ray of hope