Ema Nungsibi (My Dear Loving Mom)

It’s Mothers’ Day. Personally I am not so fond of these new trends taken from the western world. But I feel lucky to spend this day with my beautiful Maasi (Mom’s sister). Maasi’s simple innocent questions made me write this, she asked me... Don’t you miss your Mom, don’t you love her anymore?. I just smiled, didn't say anything. I asked her What made you say that Maasi? She didn't reply, but I guess I know the answer. I don’t mention about my Mom to anyone. I don’t cry because She is not with me. I don’t show my love for Her. I don’t do anything for Her. The thing is She is way beyond all these earthly things. I don’t miss Her because She is within me. I do show my intense love to my Mom but in my own way, no one can see it. Whenever I long for Her physical presence, I wear her clothes and feel Her presence, I engraved Her in my body. Everyday I pray to God…

Dear God… Every life I get, please make me my Mom’s daughter. 

I miss you...

1 month, 18 days and counting... It has been so many days I am away from you, my soul companion. You were my passion when I grew up, you still are. You give me happiness and health. After staying away from you for these many days, my love for you has grown more, my dance. I am not sad that I hurt my leg and I limp, I am sad because I am not able to dance. And since I cannot dance, I want to dance more, after all,  you are something which I love doing the most, something I used to do everyday. I am very hopeful that I will be fine very soon and will start dancing again. And I will make sure that I cover up the dances I missed in these many weeks. I thought I was lucky that I don't depend on anyone or anything for my happiness. This time I realize my happiness depends on you. But I am still lucky,  you live in me. I miss you so much, I pray to God everyday Dear God,  please let me dance.