Thank you Mother

Dear mother, even though you don’t exist today, you are always in my thoughts and will remain in the core of my heart for eternity. Like the earth is the mother of creation, you created me of what I am today. The love and care with which you showered me has made me realize the power of motherly affection. This I am sure can make an everlasting impression on all generations to come.

I still miss the hot and spicy taste of chilly-cheese curry you prepare which very few might have had the recipe. Despite being a mother to seven vulnerable children, I can still feel your love, passion and determination to this moment. From managing the home affairs to standing in solidarity with the unfortunate ones, you have showcased how enterprising and genuine you were even as a house wife. The positive vibes of your good community relationship still flows in our blood, making us cooperative in the family and acceptable in the society. Still now we are known by your name and character. You are long gone though!

A haircut of a typical Bhutanese woman backed by oval shaped face and cupid bow lips reminds me of the kindest of all faces. The tanned skin caused by too much exposure in sun because of your habitual weaving was in itself a beauty of sort. Ironically, those small moments still haunt and images in my mind. In short, it brings a tremendous amount of joy in my life. Your hands and feet were so well arranged and tender to look at. It added an extra splendor on your beauty. Always in the traditional attire, you showed us the example of how to preserve our culture. The tireless coordination of annual ritual with full energy showed us the traditions of our family. As you had always wished, I have imbibed your love, mannerism and philosophy. I am transferring it to my children now.  

There would be few fortunate ones who might be blessed with a mother like you. Still now my heart aches when I think of your sudden demise.  I still become emotional. When you breathed your last, I thought I will forget you in the course of time. I was wrong! Calling me as the thread of your heart, sometimes I feel I have failed as a son to keep you alive. Even though you are gone, we are here living in harmony as you wished.  

Aai Maa! I wish you could have lived to witness your grandson speak in English which will be pleasing to your ears. While you watch your granddaughter dancing to the modern tune, you would even forget your evening holy chant. The garland like rosary in your hand is a vivid image I can still strongly associate with. I regret you not being here witnessing your ten grandchildren. I am sure they will adore you so much. They will be busy with mobile games asking you for tea and snakes. If ever I were given a wish, I would wish your return to our family. Your words, tone and action are still imprinted in my thoughts. It would be there till I breathe my last.

In the end I thank you a zillion, my dearest mother. The love and the hardship you have undergone in bringing me up and making me what I am today is exemplary.  My only prayer would be to be born again as your child in my next life. Thank you from the core of my heart, dear mother.