Maa❤️

Jo sikhaya tune jo sunaya …
Teri hi kahaaniyan
tere hi qisse hai
Rone pr samjhaya tune has kar gale lgaya ..
hum jo bhi hai aaj
bas tere hi to hisse hai ..!!

So, let’s start story of My Maa.

Wait wait..!! Maa is not my mother..

She is my grandmother..!!
Her story starts from a story itself..
When I look behind, the oldest memory I remember of Maa is when she used tell me stories.
And that’s how my virtual world started.
Her stories always had good and bad phases. Some religious, some of how the goodness of people can overcome evil.
Ahh wait..!! Did I tell you that My Maa was like a Bhajan recorder.?
I mean she knew more than 100 bhajans and no one was there in our village who could compete her and also she was an amazing singer.
We used to come occassionally in village so, no wonder we could become center of attraction and I loved it..
Ohh sorry We were talking Maa.. I know this my bad habit. I don’t know why but somehow I drag myself into everything, but No.! Here i will only talk about Maa.
So, Maa told me to distinguish between evil and good, religion, caste and everything since childhood.
I guess she meant to me more than my mother.
I don’t know why she used to love me more than anyone. Maybe because I was open to her only. The only person I could hug tight and cried. We had generation gap but I was comfortable around her.
Maa was a green phase for me like a person could live for eternity. I never imagined that she could leave.
She has four son and my father is youngest. All four were apart and they rarely used to talk. She used to live turnwise with everyone but at this point of time she was with Tauji (My father’s eldest brother). I used to call bhaiya and Talk to Maa about anything she could. But one day I got a call from there that she is hospitalized.
I don’t know but I was not worried, somehow I believed that she could never leave or ditch me because I did not meet her since 2018 and she will definitely letme see her on her last time.
Then next day I got another call, that Maa is serious, little worry I could sense in my heart but still we were just taking follow up on her but next day the situation became worse and we planned to move Gujarat from Gurgaon all of sudden.
We booked taxi for Railway station because we had train to catch at 5:30pm. We were about to reach railway station and then Papa got a call. Papa turned numb, he didn’t tell me anything but asked taxi driver to take us home. We started terrifying, didn’t know how to react. Me and my brother was told that Maa wants to come to village (near Narnaul) to spend her last few days there and everyone will be coming with her only.
We both were convinced because Maa was above 95 and we were okay with spending last few days with her. But eventually all has shattered.
We found Papa crying in some pain and we were told it’s only toothache. I don’t know how but I could sense his pain that it’s not only toothache. And we got to Know Maa has passed away on 13 December 2019. Papa has lost like his shelter. The very next day we moved to Narnaul (our village) via car because everyone was scheduled to reach by 1pm there.
Maa was of more than 95 but this was very big loss we had ever been through.

We all the four families stayed there for 21 days to complete all the rituals related to Maa.
And she did one strange thing before leaving. She has nourished the bond of her four son, and now today when it’s been almost 6 months and the families of four of them almost talk daily. I wish Maa you could see this, I don’t know how we became so busy that we didn’t notice this distance between families..
Now, we all miss you a lot and we believe you are happy by seeing us together.

But what about me, I lost someone I could rely on blindly.
She ditched me on her last time,I never wanted it this way.
I wanted her to mould her ending the way she used to mould ending of her stories.