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“A comfortable old age is the reward of a well-spent youth. Instead of its bringing sad and mela...
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“A comfortable old age is the reward of a well-spent youth. Instead of its bringing sad and melancholy prospects of decay, it should give us hopes of eternal youth in a better world."...R Palmer
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It was 28th June, 1987 at 7-30 PM when I reached Thrissur, my home town in my native state of Kerala in India, hearing that my mother was seriously ill and was admitted to a hospital. I had to fly from Dubai the previous night via Kuwait and Goa, rather than by a direct flight to my state capital. When I reached the hospital, it was too late and she had passed away, just ten minutes prior to my arrival at the hospital.
I looked at her motionless body. The earth seemed to stop and the whole world ripped apart in front of me. Those eyes would never look at me again, those lips would never smile and she would not call my name any more. Her bosom which transfused life into me would never heave again and her hands would no longer hold mine and she would never hug me again. My throat choked, my heart twinged, my eyes let out a flood of tears and I wept without any inhibition.
On the fifth day of her death, I carried an urn containing her mortal remains and I travelled to a nearby village to immerse her ashes in a river. I burst out hysterically when I immersed her ashes in the water and I let the urn still containing some ashes, go along with the flow of the water. I stood motionless while the urn disappeared unto the horizon. Today, it is 19 long years since she departed for her heavenly abode. I am sure she is blessing me from there and leading me wherever I go and whatever I do.
I once dreamt of her and what I could understand of the dream, I wrote down the next morning when I got up. I am presenting it in the form of a few lines below.
********************************************************************** "All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother. I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life."…Abraham Lincoln