Pallavi this is your most moving and beautiful article…It made me feel that somehow your Mum is alive in you. She will keep lighting up your days and help you overcome your sadness
I have just begun to read your blogs. I am 73 and I feel so happy to hold your hand and go back into the nostalgic, pure and simple past which you narrate nay recreate so well. God bless
I cried reading this. I never experienced the love of a mother in my life, but somehow this post made me experience a mother's selfless love. Agar hota to kaisa hota, shayad aisa hi hota
I wish this for my children- “It is one of life’s great gifts for a grandchild to be able to “mother” a grandparent. They will never have that opportunity again.”
This is truly one of the most powerful pieces on grief I have ever read. Your words on grief being like a shadow that follows you around growing bigger and then smaller and then bigger again move me to tears each time I read them (and I have read this piece several times). Your mother who I met a few times really was like a star. I lost my mother when I was just short of 4 and still miss her, sometimes very little, sometimes a lot. Because I lost her so young I always wonder if she loved me. I wish I had some words of hers for me. You are very lucky to have those notes from your mother. Thank you for sharing them. I felt somehow as if my mother was also speaking to me through those notes..
Pallavi this is your most moving and beautiful article…It made me feel that somehow your Mum is alive in you. She will keep lighting up your days and help you overcome your sadness
Thank you, Ultano. Yes, I like to think she will always live in me.
Beautiful. As was your Mom.
She was beautiful, indeed.
Qué belleza de texto, querida Pallavi ❤️🩹.
Gracias, Georgina. Un abrazo fuerte
So moving, so beautifully written and expressed. May your mother rest in peace. May you be forever healthy 😘🧿❤️
Thanks, Shada. Appreciated.
This is so beautiful.
Thanks, Oliver.
Look forward to read more
I have just begun to read your blogs. I am 73 and I feel so happy to hold your hand and go back into the nostalgic, pure and simple past which you narrate nay recreate so well. God bless
Ravi
Thank you for this lovely comment!
I cried reading this. I never experienced the love of a mother in my life, but somehow this post made me experience a mother's selfless love. Agar hota to kaisa hota, shayad aisa hi hota
I wish this for my children- “It is one of life’s great gifts for a grandchild to be able to “mother” a grandparent. They will never have that opportunity again.”
This is truly one of the most powerful pieces on grief I have ever read. Your words on grief being like a shadow that follows you around growing bigger and then smaller and then bigger again move me to tears each time I read them (and I have read this piece several times). Your mother who I met a few times really was like a star. I lost my mother when I was just short of 4 and still miss her, sometimes very little, sometimes a lot. Because I lost her so young I always wonder if she loved me. I wish I had some words of hers for me. You are very lucky to have those notes from your mother. Thank you for sharing them. I felt somehow as if my mother was also speaking to me through those notes..
Gosh this made me cry. Thank you for sharing this.
Beautiful ❤️❤️ and my heart filled up as i read your mom's notes. God bless her soul, and may be you witness the birth of another star soon
Thank you.
This touched my soul and made me cry. Thanks for such a beautiful piece.
Pallavi. Your mother was a remarkable person. Such a death comes only to noble souls. May she get a great body and a very nice home.
Thank you for sharing her notes with us.
Profoundly evocative. Much liked.