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Aabi, Creating a distance between us was unfair and excruciating. Leaving us with her memories and feelings, collecting her little things, such as nail polish, socks, and toys, brings a strong sense of what could've happened but never will. Her gentle touch, precious eyes, and soft hands lead us to a new memory each day. The lasting bond is there physically and mentally. Even if we're worlds apart, you're still in my heart. It will always be you and me. Each day used to be br

Dear Aabi The year 2025 has gone, but what did you know about counting years, as you lived in moments, always, making each moment a full life, a joyful story. When 2025 started, I was very happy because I was waiting for my Betu Nitin, Aarvi, and my Aabi to come from Perth to India, to Naani's house. I was busy in preparations for your arrival: cleaning the house, making space in cupboards for your tiny clothes, and shopping for you. Your little sister Dishu was arranging all

Dear Aabi Here, another month went by, the last month of the year, December. Another month without you. The year that held for me both beauty and horror. The year you began to bloom like a beautiful, bright sunflower. The year in which new words in your toddler's vocabulary amazed me every moment. The year when you became stronger, bolder, fun, and fierce, like a model two-year-old. The year when all emotions touched you, and you touched all of us in ways we had never been to

Today, with the strength I can still hold, I want to say something to you, my Aabi. You came into my life soft, pure, and a blessing in your own way. The moment you were born, the world around me began to shift. Everything that once felt stuck, everything that refused to fall into place… suddenly started aligning, as if your tiny presence breathed hope into places inside me that had forgotten how to believe. You became my lucky charm, my blessing, my miracle in the smallest,

Dearest darling Bubba It's me again, your mumma. I thought my world crashed, The day that was your last, But little did I realise then, How life is just beginning a mayhem. I cried, I wailed, all in vain, I broke into pieces full of pain. I continue to cry and wail in pain, My voice unheard, my pleas down the drain, For everyday, my love, has since then, been the same. I search for that power, That all-mighty supreme creator, As my eyes wander, Looking for you in every yonder

'GOD CANNOT BE EVERYWHERE, HENCE CREATED MOTHERS.' The Profound Connection Between Mothers and Children I will dwell on this sentence for the rest of my life, and like me, many others might also be. As a child, I have been all my versions, good and even more, worse, only in my mother's presence. I have walked this planet with an unstated, unshakable confidence that my mother will always come to my rescue. She will be there for everything I have, good, bad, ugly, happy, annoy

The Absence of Language for Grief I recently watched a clip from a movie that addressed the profound concept about what you refer to as those parents who have lost a child. The actress in the scene was trying to dig deep into the language(s) to understand how the world refers to people who have lost a spouse or to children who lose parents, but could not find a word that has been part of human vocabulary to refer to parents who have lost a child. It struck me that whenever an

Aaba Paaba After trying to gather courage for the last six months, I feel ready to collect some words for my dearest Aabu.  She came into our lives like a breath of fresh air, so unexpected (at least for me), and provided all of us, especially Dishu, with that wonderful moment of having a little baby in her lap. She felt so comfortable and satisfied. The bond they created that day felt timeless.  Yet, how cruel time can be to snatch away the most precious thing we all had. I

Dear Aabi Time has been incredibly cruel since the day you closed your eyes to this world. The days seem to drag in the slowest of motion, while months pass by without you. It has been six months since that dreadful day our little doll was taken from us. Taken so suddenly that, to this moment, I have not been able to move past those horror-filled hours when life chose to betray me in the worst ways. I witness every morning as a new day dawns and every night as darkness falls.

Loss in life creates voids in us. However, I am experiencing something no loss ever left me with. I am witnessing that loss of a child...

The Significance of Everyday Moments Does everything matter? I mean, do little things like: the way you stand in front of the mirror to...

Understanding Faith and Belief: Two Sides of the Same Coin Faith and belief are the vital elements that shape our experiences and...

My Dearest Aabi Here is your naani (grandma) again, sending you a message filled with love. I returned to Chandigarh, India, from what I...

Dearest Aabi, I never thought I would be speaking like this… Not once did any of us imagine we’d have to put words to this kind of pain....

What is a Mother's Sole Desire? A mother's sole desire is to raise her children in the best circumstances possible, providing them with...

Dearest Aabi You will always live in our hearts. I always wished for you to come and cuddle with me, but you often hid behind your mom....

My darling daughter, Aabi. It is August, the month when our lives changed forever. We welcomed you, a beautiful baby girl, who completed...

I have written the below as a dedication to Aabi: I never knew that one-year-olds could be best friends. I always thought children that...

Dear Aabi, our little girl and biggest bundle of joy You were just 5 months and 20 hours old when I first entered the house, and Bhabhi...

There are words no one should ever have to write, emotions no heart should ever have to bear. Yet here I am, trying to give shape to the...