Why should I forget that night and maybe it will not be forgotten. Telling him last night that even the order of nature changed my whole world and ruined my life. I don't know what will happen to tomorrow, something similar happened to me.
The thing is, on the dark night of June 11, 1989, I had a falling out with my family members. As if millions of power fell. It was 4 o'clock in the morning on the 11th, and it was hot in the month of June. At that time, 6 of us were sleeping in the same large air-conditioned room.
I slept between my mom and dad from a young age. All the others were sleeping in the beds under the pillows. I couldn't sleep that night. The aspect was changing. Suddenly at 4.15am o'clock my mom was sitting in bed and so was I. I immediately woke everyone up. Because my mom was terrified and had chest pains. My sister Mamta gave water to my mother and my brother Swapnil turned on the fan. Dad told me to be patient. My younger sister Deepali and I started pressing mom's feet and started pumping loudly. The elder sister Sangeeta was the father-in-law and she ate with us on the night of the 10th and met us at 11.30 am and went to her house.
At 4.30 in the morning, my father and brother took my mother to the next room due to chest pain and my father told my brother to call our family doctor. My brother took a scooter and ran away. The doctor was living nearby so they both came in 10 minutes. The doctor examined the mother at 4.45 am and also gave her an injection in the heart. And for 5 minutes they said that Meenakshiben had a very dangerous heart attack and she died at about 4.50am. I'm sorry. We all sat in the moonlight and no one could say anything. They were speechless and no one understood what had happened to Mom. Mom was 54 years old and had a lot of diabetes. So her heart sank. My age is 23 years and the gap between other brothers and sisters is 2 years. No deaths were reported in the family. Soon my older sister, Uncle Faiba, called. The brother called his friends. There were no mobile phones at that time. Mom's Kriya Karam ritual started. 11am. The corpse fell in front of me at 6 o'clock when she was awake till 3 o'clock. It never dawned on us that Mom had left us and gone on an endless journey.
I can't live a single moment without my mom, now I have to spend my whole life without my mom.
I lost my mind and my brothers and sisters were crying in the corner. My life was ruined. Dad
They were telling me what work Darshita cries for but I was just like unconscious. Always smiling my mom was silent forever. They told me that from today I am your mom and dad. No worries.
My brothers and sisters and I had all graduated. And
Were post graduate students. Mom waited until she knew how to educate and raise us, and as soon as we got off she set off on her own journey.
I had polio since childhood so my world was my mom and dad. My mother used to save me a lot and take me to exercise, teach me, teach me Bharat Knitting - Homework, Painting - Painting and teach me, she used to write poetry so I could write poetry. My left and right limbs are my mom and dad. One of my limbs is missing. My soul sighed. I couldn't imagine my world without mom.
The night of June 11 changed my life and now I had to control my emotions and laugh for my dad. I thought if I cried in front of them they would be sad and their health would get worse. They were suffering from asthma. But after his mother left, he took care of his health.
It could also be said that Dad was going to drink tears for me and me for Dad. Relatives reached their respective homes after four days of reassurance. But we did not have to save our world and our home. After recovering, I started studying for Dad's happiness, started exercising and started going to the office with Dad. Dad and brother - sisters - sisters - their children - with the help of friends, my life began to move forward. I turned my attention to God and began to serve the community.
I could not cry in front of my father and did not express my grief to anyone but my sister's saying no, I started to express my pain in poetry. And I continued to write. Later that night I became a poet, a writer, and a social worker.
Don't cut it for a moment
How the whole life will go.
