A page from her diary...
They called her a saint, but for me, she was my mother. The only mother that I ever had. Not just to myself alone, but to thousands and thousands of people like me who had struggled to survive all their lives, had lived a life unloved, unattended, uncared for!!
Left behind a life full of comfort, she travelled across the seas to live amongst us, in the slums of Calcutta. She showed the world the power of love, kindness and taught us a lesson that changed each life she touched with her compassion.
And all her life she wore was that simple cotton saree with a blue stripe and an equally humble smile which brought the light of hope and reinforced faith in humanity for many broken souls.
Today, when I drape that saree around my body, somewhere deep within I realise that like any other little girl, I am trying to imitate ‘my mother’!!
While I know that I may not even be close to that grace of her’s, I would be extremely fortunate being the N’th times copied version of her.
Ever wondered what made that ‘call, that had her calling’ to happen? Not sure, but when I read…
“Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.”
or
“Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.”
I realise that it definitely has my calling!!!
From a resident of Astha, The Old Age Home!!
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