My Mother (Ma) left us for heavenly abode eight years ago today. In some ways, it seems like many years have passed since she left us. Her absence is part of my daily life now. But there are still times when the wound still feels fresh. At some point many days, I think I should call her and have to remind myself I can no longer do this. Ma was my biggest fan. Growing up, the word that I associate with her is love. I remember as a child that it was unconditional and expressed often. I knew she was proud of me, but I never felt like I had to do anything to earn her love – it was just there. The values she gave me held me up as a good human being in various parts of my life. She supported me in all major decisions of my life, my decision to start my career in Mumbai, my decision to choose my Life Partner, many others. Near the end of her life, she reaffirmed what a strong person my Ma was. After she was admitted to hospital in her last days, she was determined to recover and come back home on her own terms. At the end, She decided not to come back home from the hospital to give anyone any trouble. My Ma had grit, warmth, a positive outlook on life, and an independent streak that served her well during the last days of her life. Here’s what I am missing on this eighth anniversary of my Ma’s death: The way her face lit up a room when she smiled. The warmth of her hugs. The way she loved to celebrate. The love in her voice every time she spoke my name "Manna!!". May her memory be a blessing.
Yesterday, I was privileged to attend the wedding of a distant relative. The event was a heartwarming celebration of love, family, and community. As I observed the joyous gathering, I was deeply touched by the profound connections being formed and strengthened. New memories were being etched into the hearts and minds of those present, while existing relationships were deepened and enriched. The palpable sense of love and togetherness was truly inspiring. The memories we create are not mere fleeting recollections; they are the building blocks of our identity, shaping our perspectives and influencing our decisions. They are the echoes of laughter shared with loved ones, the bittersweet pangs of first love, the triumphant moments of victory, and the humbling lessons learned from setbacks. Our memories, like precious gems, hold within them the power to transport us back in time, to relive moments that have defined us. They allow us to revisit the innocence of childhood, the thrill of first discovery, and the warmth of enduring friendships & relationships, with loved ones.
Life's journey is not merely a linear path towards a predetermined destination; it's a rich and intricate tapestry woven with threads of memories, each one a unique fragment of our ever-evolving story. It's in these memories, both joyful and sorrowful, that we find the essence of our being, the markers of our growth, and the seeds of our future. My Startup Journey with Jeevitam as a Startuprenure reminds me of the people who have touched our lives, the businesses we've explored, and the lessons we've learned. In the face of adversity, our memories serve as beacons of hope, reminding us of our innate strength and resilience. They whisper tales of past struggles overcome, reminding us that we have the courage and determination to weather any storm. As we share our memories with others, we create bridges of connection, fostering empathy and understanding. They are the seeds of compassion, the catalysts for empathy, and the foundation for meaningful connection. So, let us embrace the journey, eager to create and cherish the memories that will shape our lives. Let us be the storytellers, the weavers of a life rich in experiences, connections, and the custodians of our memories, and the enduring power of remembrance.
Happy Sunday!! Keep Moving & Smiling!!
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