My mother is that person who fanned the most auspicious light lit by Bhagavan with in me.
She did not specially bathe me, but she did bathe everybody who came to her, with love and compassion.
She did not specially dress me, but she gave away dresses to the the needy.
She did not praise me, but she praised Bhagavan continuously.
She did not give me confidence, but she gave me confidence in the eternal love of Bhagaavan.
She did not give me lack of confidence, but she gave me lack of confidence in the reality of the ever changing world.
She did not cheer me up for each and every action, but she did cheer up every body's compassionate actions.
She did feed me. She fed me not only with food for my body, but with everything that is needed for my little lamp with in me to burn continuously even in the most terrible wind. She fanned it in such a way that it glowed more brightly during the darkest nights to guide me through the innumerable friendly and dangerous, paths of life.
She is no more. But still I feel the light breeze coming from her and keeping my flame still burning with that same glow she saw 63 years ago and with the same flame I am doing an aarathi or deeparraadhana to Bhagaavan and my beloved mother! I have nothing else to offer other than this precious flame of life lit by Bhagavaan and fanned by her.
And today I realize that mother is none other than Devi Bhagavathi Herself who is the Mother of all!
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