I am too shocked to react.
She led a very sheltered life, pampered and loved by her husband. He married her convincing his mother that she was the one for him. He: tall, fair and from a regal family. She: beautiful, dark and dusky from an aristocratic family.
Together in happy matrimony they had four lovely children; two girls followed by two boys. Summer holidays meant visiting family and sojourns to Gujarat, Rajasthan, Mussouri, and finally to South India. At a tiny Tamilian hamlet called Bitrgunta she lost him for ever. It was a severe heart attack, the very first; in a first class compartment in a train. In a place where language was a barrier, emotions spoke louder. Strangers performed the last rites and handed over the hot ashes in a Dalda tin to her. The skies burst forth in tears but she remained stoic holding the young kids to her bosom.
Back to the city she metamorphosised into a working woman. Office and home was her ‘karmbhumi’ for the next 13 years. No longer was it a sheltered and pampered existence. Life was tough bringing up daughters in a world without the sheltering umbrella of a father or bringing up the boys without a daddy at home.
Years rolled by as the girls got married and moved to new cities in their new roles. She could now relax as the boys took up the responsibility of the hearth.
The children tried their best to fill in for her lost years, for the youth she did not have or the love that perished too soon. Who says time heals all? The wounds in the heart are too deep to be healed by time or tide. But life goes on.
It went on fine ……..till yesterday, the 23rd of December 2017.
There were hiccups in health with an appendix operation, cataract and removal of an eye due to infection, replaced pelvic girdle and fluctuating blood pressure which required hospitalisation. So much of pain…..bearing it all, facing it stoically. She came out of all a stronger shinier self.
Why oh why did the stroke hit her now? She never wanted to be laid in bed with others attending her. To one who was stronger than any one else I’ve known, who lived life on her terms, who, a widow at 38 years of age donned the role of a father and a mother, who fought with society if anyone pointed a finger at her brood, who was Durga incarnate.. this is not acceptable. Not for her. Have mercy dear God and listen to the prayers of a daughter for her Super Mom…Faith is a power stronger than the doctor’s verdict. He is sure to listen 🙏🏻