22/02/2026
“I thought I was evolved. I thought I was mature. I thought I had learned detachment.
And yet… this pain is deeper than I expected. 😔”
My Strength. Meri Maa. My Forever Home.
On 19th February 2026, my mother left her physical body.
And a part of my heart went with her.
I used to feed her with my own hands…
And now I will never be able to do that again.
That truth hurts in a way words cannot fully describe.
I know this is the eternal truth of life.
I know birth and death are part of the divine cycle.
And yet… knowing that does not make the pain any less or lighter.
It is hard and deeply painful.
My mother was an M.A. in Sanskrit.
She played the sitar beautifully.
She had a sharp, intelligent mind and a quiet depth of understanding.
Watching that brilliance slowly fade after her stroke…
watching her strong mind and graceful presence become fragile…
was one of the most painful things to witness.
And yet, even in that phase, her essence remained gentle.
But somewhere within the grief, there is also peace.
I am grateful that she is free from her pain.
I pray she finds immense peace.
I pray she attains moksha.
I am grateful that she was my mother.
She shaped me into who I am today.
My resilience, strength, compassion, sincerity, kindness, they all have her fingerprints on them.
She was loved by everyone.
Her smile had warmth.
Her presence had gentleness.
Her heart knew only how to give.
Even when the world doubted me, she stood by me.
She was my loudest cheerleader, my quiet strength, my unwavering support.
Her bed, her sofa, her presence in our home is empty,
But the values she instilled, the love she poured into us, that space will never be empty.
I love her so much.
And I will always, always, always miss her.
Meri Maa. Meri strength. You will always live forever in my ❤️