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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. 330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaspALhzzA6
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. 330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaacN7LoRqY
But what always happens on the return trip reminds me that I am always alone. 330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6sqre41WzL
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. 330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9KhAr8M039
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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. 330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7Aznv6cP6o
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. 330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBSkaq67WdB
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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!!!” 330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyWUp0nRSNX
My grandparents and my father, all of them came rushing. In the meanwhile, I was having trouble breathing because of my extreme fear. 330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhgaD9IXRSw
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That night, my mother had a dream. 330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1QwPw61qTX
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.330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRht7Npjdn1
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.” 330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOl5zc4DvoL
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