Dear Lord , may I earnestly request with a heavy heart to send my mom for a few minutes to see me on earth from heaven ? I promise I won’t take long , I will just see her face , touch her feet , just want to feel her in our house . Please God , listen to me for once …… Remembering her is easy , but missing her is a heartache that will never go away.
This is the first trip to my motherland in my life where I don’t feel like going …. Because the land is still there but my mother is not…
Today is 494 days since my mother left me in this planet.
This time no one will sit on the green chair for me at the window at midnight and wait for the cab to park in front of my house . No one will offer me or I would say “insist” me to eat a few rosogollas (an Bengali sweet) in spite of me saying I had dinner on the flight and I don’t want to eat sweets at midnight!! No one will make the noise of dragging the walker throughout the house whole day and doing everything she could for me, in spite of her severe physical illness ! No one will again stand at the window saying bye to me with water in her eyes and asking when I will be coming to see her next ! Me staying with her for 15 days used to give her strength and happiness for few months . I knew that and that’s why I went and met her every six months since 2013 when my father passed away.
This is also the first time in my life , we will be staying in a hotel in my home town , order “home pack “ food deliveries during our stay at my own home after the professional cleaning guys clean the whole house .
I heard people saying “ I miss you “- but never learnt what the words actually mean until I reach my house to find one one there !
Now that the house is completely vacant , I have lots of memories of my parents , I need to collect them , bring some with me here in Australia as a “lifetime treasure” and rest donate to the people who may need them most . This traumatic journey is another phase in life which I didn’t want to experience but can’t get away from it .
Hope the Almighty gives us inner strength to overcome this . This time Rakhi will be travelling with me and she is also keen to visit our house as she got many wonderful memories within the four walls since she moved to our house after our marriage , Rajit was born in that suburban town of Kolkata and he spent lots of time with my parents . Hopefully we will be able to share these together and go through this emotional journey !
Rest in peace Ma , until we meet again !
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