Saturday, 21 April 2018

A Tribute To My Second Mom


Continued from the series 'Some Extraordinary Slices of My Ordinary Life' Part1,  2, 3,4, 5, 6, 7, 8 , 9 ,10, 11,12, 13 , 14, 15 , 16 ,17 , 18 and 19

I was three or four when I learnt the first lesson of independence. Dad was posted in a small village called Maasi near Almora and there was no school there. Pretty keen on my education and rightly so they left me in my maternal grand parents home where I took admission in a good school. How difficult would it have been for mom to leave me ando after I slept in the night. Luckily for me there was another wonderful woman, my mom’s younger sister, my maternal aunt, who filled the vital vacant slot so perfectly that till the present day, I am undoubtedly most indebted to her.

In me she got a piece of wet clay which she moulded artistically into a worthy hard working ambitious girl. Yes, she honed my fundamentals and taught me the value of self discipline. I guess I got my never giving up streak too from her. She gave a brilliant start to my academics and it remained my asset till the last day of my higher studies. I still remember the room in my nanaji’s kothi where she used to teach me. It would have been certainly an emotional upheaval for the tiny me to stay away from my parents, but she anchored me wonderfully and I didn’t loose my ground. Competing with my many cousins, yes, my mom is nine real brothers and sisters and my dad is ten, I learnt my initial lessons of Darwin’s Survival of the fittest theory. I managed all this because I knew I had the firm backing of my Usha Maasi(we call our maternal aunt by this name in Northern India). I won’t be wrong in calling her my second mother. Both my mothers have groomed me to be fiercely independent and hard working and I am proud of both of them.

As dad got his next transfer to Trichy, I went back to live with my parents. My younger brother was born by then. Coming back from a huge joint family to a nuclear one was a paradigm shift then. For a five-six year old I have seen quite a life already. All this while, I always and always missed my Usha Maasi. Soon she got married and shifted base to Canada. Thereafter we met really less but in spirits she has always remained with me. I really love her from the bottom of my heart and she dwells in the softest place there in.

Around the time I lost my mamma, Usha Maasi too had a fatal accident which charred her body to pieces. But a fighter that she always is and with the unconditional love of her spouse and children she recuperated though over a considerable period. Insane with my own mother’s loss and Maasi’s critical condition, all I did was prayed for her everyday. This was the period I became a recluse and stopped all worldly interactions. Earnestly I never felt the need to speak to her because my connection with her is of the souls. She was, is and will always remain most special to me, all the words of the universe put together can’t express my gratitude to her.

Today she is far better and remembers me at times and calls me and those are indeed some most cherish-able moments of my life. Sometimes I miss her call due to unavoidable circumstances and curse myself but the very next moment I am filled with hope that she will call again and I will hear her beautiful voice. She is a wonderful gorgeous woman, my second mum, if she permits he to call her so and I wish she be bless with a very happy, healthy and a long life forever. I would not have become what I am today had it not been her sharp guidance♥️.




To be continued in the next parts of #SlicesofLife Series on #TrulyYoursRoma in #AtoZChallenge this April.  I am writing on some extraordinary slices from my ordinary life.

Thank you so much for all the love and support you have always given me. Truly Yours Roma is nothing without you! 


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