Do you see that beautiful woman in that picture? That is Amma...
I’d always remember that one day. Once in a year, that one day. That day, I’ll never forget, no matter what...
I’m From Kerala, judging by my name ‘Priya’, you might have guessed that already. 453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfXaQ1TAfgW
I don’t live up there though, I only visit Kerala once a year to see my family. My mother and father would take a 3 day long trip on the car, and we’d be there in no time. 453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx9XSSjWtdR
But what always happens on the return trip reminds me that I am always alone. 453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzyZf6MnMIr
I am an ardent devotee of a guru called Mata Amritanandamayi Devi, one whom I have met many a times in my visits to Amritapuri. All of her followers call her as ‘Amma’ literally translating to mother. People all around the world come to meet her. My mother always felt alone, because when she visited my father’s place, she had to do all the work. My grandfather had insulted my mother’s parents, and because of that there was a long family feud. Every time, I would feel alone because my mother would feel alone. 453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlE9UTuevQf
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And on the return trip? My mother would erupt like a volcano and there’d be a huge fight in the car. From my first days till this year, an eleven year olds Malayali girl suffered because of this. 453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡexEKiO9s5f
And for a long time, I have been alone, because of that one day...
I think we can all agree that sparkle cadet was my good friend for sometime and when she left, it felt like no one would ever want me. She left me shaken. 453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMfAI7LiP78
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Then, my mother took a fall, just day before yesterday. She was screaming and crying, shouting ‘Ammu! Ammu!’ At the top of her lungs and I was unable to do anything to my poor mother who was twitching with agony on the floor. So I ran to grab my mother’s phone and screamed into the Mike “Acha! (Father!) Amma Fell!!!” 453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV9U6lrz7z6
My grandparents and my father, all of them came rushing. In the meanwhile, I was having trouble breathing because of my extreme fear. 453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5cG6OTlSBC
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That night, my mother had a dream. 453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu60Bg34FRr
In the morning, she told me her dream. It was about how she came home at night and somehow received a message saying “Amma, I love you, are you there?” How she received the message is a mystery to her. At first in the dream, she said to herself (in the dream, of course) “This is Priya’s message!” But as soon as she thought that, she felt an extreme sense of sadness, one that she couldn’t explain.453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ35j7YySgV
At that moment, I thought that Amma was speaking to me through my mother’s dream as I have many a times thought that same thought, because Amma always tells us “Makale, reshmikanda!” (“Children, don’t grieve!”) and she says that she hears all our thoughts. This moment, I just realised that she was telling me, answering that question I asked to myself more than half a year, “Amma, are you really there? Do you really listen to me? Do you really listen to my prayers?” And this seemed like an answer, and you know what? I will submit this to her matruvani centre, so I can finally tell her, “Amma, I heard you.” 453Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡklSOtWX04B
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