My response number 38
A sense of disquiet prevailed. I thought ‘this is that moment of all moments when silence is golden, when that itself speaks volumes.’
Now the moment…. after several hours on reading the blog, after a sleep that took a long time in coming, after a phone call to my own mother….. has come to break the silence and to tell you that it meant a lot, a great deal indeed.
Every community has a handful of individuals who stand apart from the rest..ordinary individuals they may be but they move on that little notch extra to be that little extraordinary!
Your mother was one such success story! Away from the limelight she ’saw and appreciated the finer qualities of life,’ the ever optimist’, ‘the aesthete, ‘the lover of nature,’ the dancer, the epitome of motherhood despite not growing up with one!, the brightness in a dark room, the strength in adversity, the exuberance in celebration,the believer in faith, the stubbornness in the given word, the honour in equality, the giver of life in any situation. The teacher of integrity and morals. The fighter.
She had the thirst to learn things anew and then to teach it to her sons.
Amitji, your ode, elegy, eulogy, tribute and acclamation to your mum beats any other legacy a son could leave for his mother to posterity.
I am unsure if there is another I would read in my lifetime that beats this tribute.
I salute you, sir!
Do rest after your closure in the US of A today. And welcome to my adopted country!
Humbly may I leave you today with the words ‘Vande Madaram’ and ponder pensively in solitude about women extraordinaire, my mother included!
Reshmi