It's late and I am dead tired. It's a Friday night and all I want to is head to bed.
But I am here..... Posting, a piece of my heart.
To thank my visible Goddess from the very depth of my heart.
My Amma. My mother. My life. The one I am no one, without and everything, with.
I lost my platinum chain a few weeks back. I have been wearing it for ages.
You see, I do not wear yellow gold. I do not fancy them. But, I adore white gold - platinum, to be exact. With a touch of diamond. This, to me, is far more elegant and swank.
I cried when it went missing. Lots. I searched high and low - until I finally gave up. Consoled myself to get a new one by the end of the year. I ceased to think about it much, the days after.
I cried again, today. The only difference was, it was tears of pure joy. I was at my prayer altar, at home, when I saw, a jewelry box engraved with the words "Habib". Right in front of my Lord Venkatasalapathi's picture. I opened it, to see a beautiful plaited pure platinum chain. And, that too - from Habib's - Malaysia's Best Jeweler. It would have cost her a fortune.
I know. My heart is the better judge. No one could have understood how sad I was over losing the chain. No one except, Amma. And, only, she would have gone to the trouble of replacing it, for me. I remain her little girl despite me having grown as old as a dinosaur. That's what children are to their parents. Their babies, no matter what the age.
My mother. The one who has always been there and continues to be there, for me. Be it during my happiest moments or the weaker ones. I am just so, so blessed to have her rooted strongly in my life.
I went to her room a short while ago. She was fast asleep. I laid my head near her feet. My heaven is there. At her feet. Really. She IS God, to me. How else do I describe this purity ? It feels so beautiful. My head near her feet, looking over her, thanking her with all my heart and praying from the very depth of my heart, for her well being and happiness. Overwhelmed. I cried, in gratitude, for having such a wonder of a mother. I still am, as I write this. A mother's love moves mountains. These tears are trivial.....
I love you with all my heart, Amma. Thank you so much for the gift.
We are bringing her for a vegetarian lunch tomorrow. She is life time herbivorous. My brother is also back, from the capital. It will be a moderate family affair at this newly opened restaurant named "Garam Masala" here in Sungai Petani. Ironically, this wonderful eatery belongs to my mother's niece.
It is getting late. 12.55am ??? Ouch. This is real late, for me. I need to get up early. I have prayers in the morning.
Good night. Stay blessed.
p/s - This song comes from one of Amma and my favourite movie. Kannathil Muthamittal is a stellar from Maniratnam.
But I am here..... Posting, a piece of my heart.
To thank my visible Goddess from the very depth of my heart.
My Amma. My mother. My life. The one I am no one, without and everything, with.
I lost my platinum chain a few weeks back. I have been wearing it for ages.
You see, I do not wear yellow gold. I do not fancy them. But, I adore white gold - platinum, to be exact. With a touch of diamond. This, to me, is far more elegant and swank.
I cried when it went missing. Lots. I searched high and low - until I finally gave up. Consoled myself to get a new one by the end of the year. I ceased to think about it much, the days after.
I cried again, today. The only difference was, it was tears of pure joy. I was at my prayer altar, at home, when I saw, a jewelry box engraved with the words "Habib". Right in front of my Lord Venkatasalapathi's picture. I opened it, to see a beautiful plaited pure platinum chain. And, that too - from Habib's - Malaysia's Best Jeweler. It would have cost her a fortune.
I know. My heart is the better judge. No one could have understood how sad I was over losing the chain. No one except, Amma. And, only, she would have gone to the trouble of replacing it, for me. I remain her little girl despite me having grown as old as a dinosaur. That's what children are to their parents. Their babies, no matter what the age.
My mother. The one who has always been there and continues to be there, for me. Be it during my happiest moments or the weaker ones. I am just so, so blessed to have her rooted strongly in my life.
I went to her room a short while ago. She was fast asleep. I laid my head near her feet. My heaven is there. At her feet. Really. She IS God, to me. How else do I describe this purity ? It feels so beautiful. My head near her feet, looking over her, thanking her with all my heart and praying from the very depth of my heart, for her well being and happiness. Overwhelmed. I cried, in gratitude, for having such a wonder of a mother. I still am, as I write this. A mother's love moves mountains. These tears are trivial.....
I love you with all my heart, Amma. Thank you so much for the gift.
We are bringing her for a vegetarian lunch tomorrow. She is life time herbivorous. My brother is also back, from the capital. It will be a moderate family affair at this newly opened restaurant named "Garam Masala" here in Sungai Petani. Ironically, this wonderful eatery belongs to my mother's niece.
It is getting late. 12.55am ??? Ouch. This is real late, for me. I need to get up early. I have prayers in the morning.
Good night. Stay blessed.
p/s - This song comes from one of Amma and my favourite movie. Kannathil Muthamittal is a stellar from Maniratnam.
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