Did I dilute mother's day?

In my previous blog, I mentioned that there are momma souls, that needs to be celebrated. It's not just your mother. Oh! Did I just say, not just your mother? Yes, I did. By saying so, did I just dilute mother's day? I did not.

My mom taught me to include every loving soul in my 💓 life to make life more easy. Or let's say more livable. She used to or is still admiring little things like a blossoming flower and the red ball that sets on the west in the evening. She learns something new everyday and never stops believing that she can make a difference in someone's life, at least in small ways. She does for sure 👍. You can get that from the people, who she crosses.

She also taught me another thing. That we have to love everyone. We have to see good in everyone. This, she did not say explicitly. She lived and is living as an example. So, when I say, I see "momma souls" in many people, she would be proud of me. Of course, no one can take her place. Because, she is the one, who in first place helped me see them, through her deeds. But, I do see momma souls and it's an extension of her and not replacing her.

So again to my mom, who helped me in seeing them and to the momma souls themselves, "Happy mother's Day".

Mommy souls

I have been in this earth for 26 years and all these years, I have never felt that, I was alone. Not even a single time. Except for few days, in which I over think. Thanks to those mommy souls. Who are these mommy souls? Let me introduce them. These are the souls that never let you feel alone. My mother is a one of the example. 

What's called unconditional love? How does that look like? Well, if you want to know, just look at your mother. That's what they say. Don't they? No, look at the soul. Look at any soul, that's so pure to you.. Have you ever seen one? I have seen many. Believed may existed. But, they don't. There are only few. Have you ever looked at someone and felt, oh! They love me so unconditionally? May be, it feels so poetic. But, it's not. There are such kind of people and if you look at them, you will know that they love you unconditionally 💞. They show you. In every little way, they show you. They don't leave you for your mistakes. They don't leave you because, you shout at them. They don't leave because, you are boring. And they don't need a reason to stay. They stay because, they love you. They protect you in ways, you don't even imagine. They teach you to learn and love unconditionally. They nurture you to love people, with flaws - because, people are flawed. They are flawed too. But, they love them so much that, they let you be loved by them in ways you cannot imagine.

To all those precious, very rare, pure, unconditionally loving souls, thanks for making me believe in this world.

My parents, my husband, my sister, my little girl, my mother in law, my father in law, my uncle, my aunts, my mentors and my friends! Who are imperfect too, but beautiful souls because of being a mommy soul, Happy mother's day!

This is a day to celebrate

Today,

31 years ago, a little child was born. He was the world ❤️ of his parents then. He is my world now. 

What would a man do to impress a gril these days?

Buy a ring?

Give them roses?

Say them that he loves her every single day?

Put posts on Instagram, Facebook and WhatsApp every now and then on how she is important to him?

Buy them OnepPlus or Apple products?

My husband did all these too. But, I ll tell you detail how he did this in a realistic way.

He bought me a ring, where I felt secure and loved as in my mother's womb. He tries every single day to gift a diamond ring of love, by bringing our parents together, which is very rare trait in this era, where people want to move away from all the known, to be independent and free of all responsilities.

He gives in roses on my way, by helping me in my daily chores. I promise you, to every girl who dreams of red bouquet full of roses, for valentine's day, in this real life the sharing your work load at home and your professional stories and carrying your dreams as their own are much more important than the red bouquets.

He tells me that he loves me every single second. No, not in words. But in deeds. When he places my career over his, when he supports in shaping my dreams, when he forgives me for not wishing him happy birthday because I was very tired waking up in the middle of the night, he says he loves me. Every single second.

He gifts me the peace by being away from all types of Social Media. If we want to say, "I love be you", we say it on the face. If we want to fight, "We fight on the face and laugh about it at the end". WhatsApp fight are a history, since it's the worst way to put your emotions to the other.

To Praveen,

Thanks for coming in to my life. I want to celebrate 100 more brithdays with you. And forget to wish you on time. And apologize to you 1000 times on that day. 

Love you 

Happy Birthday 🎂🎈🎉.

Mother

Being a mother is no easy task. First you worry of bringing the baby to the world. Then, you have to worry about them everyday, about their safety and making it right for them, all the time. No matter how much you age, the constant fear of keeping your baby safe and sane, haunts you. It takes a lot of time to understand this.

Mothers day celebration is not the one I would personally recommend celebrating. Coz, every single day, the value of my mother increases infinite times in my heart. And i don't need a single day to celebrate my love for her. Its an everyday affair. But, just to let her know that, I would love to dedicate this post to her, from the heart and from my soul.

You taught me everything from love to keeping my self-respect on check. You taught me to enjoy small things and appreciate everyone's effort. You gave a wonderful sister, my emotional pillar of support. And you taught me the secret of not losing hope and trying harder to achieve what I want from life. You always keep me sane.

Thanks might not be enough and nothing would be enough to show or reciprocate what you gave me and is giving me. I pray god for, he is the one, who brought you and me together in this life, and give me the strength to love you more and make you proud.

Thanks to the universe and everything else for gifting you to me. Let the power of positiveness help me through every stage of our life and keep us together and help me fulfill my duty as your child.

For everyone else, the lady super star is Nayanthara. But for me, its you.
You are the Dhoni, who leads my life. And just like CSK, the win is inevitable, coz its you, who is on the lead.

Love you.

The presence

There is a hole in your heart, that you have you have filled in with people, who are really far away. You ache for their presence, their love, that's so pure and unconditional. There are no expectations, no returns expected from you. Its just so pure, that even the impurity in your mind washes away, just like it happens, when you dip yourself on the theoretical Ganga, which cleanses the soul. Having people, who love you that way, is a blessing.

How does life act so cruel, to place them in the other part of the world and still remain in peace?

A heavy heart, a long sigh, life moves on. Love will always remain fresh and you will always remain thirsty. Like a drought laden land, that asks for more.

The water of love will flow one day. From all the places you expected and from the unexpected ones too. And you will be drowned in it - no matter the distance, no matter the differences. You will just thank life, for making you realise the pain of absence, so you don't take the presence for granted.

Have hope. Love more. Be kind - to yourself. You will be given more of what you have always wanted to have.

The presence

Identity

What identity you have, other than being someone for someone?
I am a mother to my daughter, a wife to my husband, a sister to my sister and a daughter to my parents and in-laws. But, does that define who I am? I work. So I have people, who believe, I am their colleague. Does that define me? No.

I am that indefinite part of the universe, but also merely a dust in it. I am person, but I add up to nothing. I am a success in the eyes of many and for many, I am a failure. I end up believing everything everybody says. But, there is a part of my heart, that believes in the authentic 'me'.

The one that never dies, the one that never stops believing in love, the one that says, 'This too will pass' - both in highs and lows, one that gives a light of hope, in the dark, the one that believes in magic and moon lights and sunsets and the never ending hustles of the sea.

Will I define myself sometime to the world? Rather than, them fixing in a box with boundaries?

And in this fast paced century, where feelings becomes WhatsApp, Facebook and Instagram statuses, achievements becomes profiles in LinkedIn, will we really cherish who we are as a person? Will our digital footprints define our mental health in the future?

I think we have the answer and that's an yes. With rising number of online related depression, anxiety and suicide cases, with people, exaggerating their life in those statuses, we are ruining the natural identity in those 10 minutes we chose to scroll down the Facebook or WhatsApp status than talking to the next person, including me. If social media really makes us all feel connected, why do we really feel isolated?

Losing our identity to the screens and statuses, one day humans will find the answers to all the questions above. But, they would have lost themselves, from the point where recovery would be possible only through breaking all those screens and walls and statuses.

A tribute to the martyred

A sleepy Friday morning after the Valentines day, is an usual. I see people carry on with their daily lives. No one has stopped having their first coffee. None stopped smoking. None stopped kissing their child. None stopped praying. None stopped going to office. None stopped getting excited about going home after their work, for a great weekend.

But, at various corners of India, there are more than 40 families mourning the loss of a dear life, that pledged to save the nation. Their lives have come to a halt, a permanent standstill. They might not eat for days and sleep at night. The horror of losing someone who you loved, will haunt them for the rest of their lives.

What made a man rampage over those lives? Well, terrorism, they say. And then carry on with our day to day activities. Why would that not change. Why would a country can't react together and make a change in the lives of those who died and save the lives of those who have pledged to do the same? When communal riots break, what you see is a sheer lack of humanity and empathy and interruptions in the everyday life. But, when a community of soldier dies, the nation says it stands with them. But, how?

While, words are the powerful way, to connect and place our opinion on the world forum, how will we make sure that we are heard? How can we stop terrorism?

Well, there are answers, that nobody wants to hear. That starts with something called, taking responsibility - Over their lives, over their family, over their community of people, who speak the same language, practise same religion. After all charity, love and everything else begins at home. The practise of treating everyone equally, who are not their community and carrying out the fundamental duties of a Citizen can help - Being secular not just in words, but in action will help. Stopping that judging by religion and caste and economic status can help.

But, is that even possible? Will we have Justice for the lost souls? Can we make a change? Really? Time will let us know.

Until then, Kill terrorism at the heart with love.
Grow love and peace and India.
Jaihind!