Mother’s Day
I will dedicate this issue on Mother’s Day especially to my mother Mrs Sita Chaudhary who breathed her last on 18 th Jan 2018 …her sudden death came as a shock to me… though she had a peaceful exit while having water after lunch …she did not suffer at all..the way she always wanted it and every one dreams of such a peaceful and painless demise but it has left a vaccum in my life and it took a while to reconcile myself and come to terms about her non .existence in my life..and made me feel that my …myka.. is no more …inspite of all these years she is constantly with me in my heart and my memories..more so with the passing of time.
She was a highly qualified and educated lady quite ahead of her times.She stayed in hostel to do her graduation and was a scholarship holder throughout and spoke fluent English …she wanted to do post. graduation but her parents got her married
She was a good looking women with both beauty and brains.Most memorable thing about her was how thoroughly she read the morning English newspaper and was updated on all political and non. political matters. It was a pleasure to carry out discussion on any topic and was known in her circle of friends as the most well. versed and knowledgeable lady and she was the one who used to see to my studies and was my friend and guide. She was a source of inspiration for me and a thoroughly positive person who imbibed positivity in me .She was a role model of grace in her crisp starched cotton sarees which her friends also used to envy .I always try to remember her with joy.. happiness.. peace..smile and positivity ..always miss her as she is never away from me and even now she has a solution to all my problems.
She was a God fearing women who imbibed values of truth and kindness and believed in women empowerment and helped the young poor girls physically and financially and helped them to settle themselves in life …and even helped them to get married.
She did all this very guietly ..silently as she never believed in highlighting her endeavours as she believed that whatever one is donating with the right hand ..the other hand should also not come to know about it as the beauty of selfless service withers away and reduces the effect and charm…I luv you my dearest mother … as you are part of my personality… my mentor..my guide.
