Mother!!

 

Not a day passes without thinking of my mother.

Over the last decade, I was her whole world.
She depended on me for every little thing — her food, her words, her comfort.

Rajinikanth once acted like he carried his mother everywhere and said,
"அம்மா என்றழைக்காத உயிரில்லையே."
My mother gave me that very same blessing in real life —
The chance to serve her like she was God.

And yet… I feel I didn’t do enough.
Maybe I could’ve been more patient.
Maybe I was short with her sometimes.
Maybe she asked for something, and I gave her only half my attention.
Regrets like small knives — quiet, constant.

She was blind. Paralyzed. Bed-ridden.
Used to wake me at 2 a.m., just needing something.
And I — I would sometimes get annoyed, half-asleep.
And yet, she'd realize the time and say,
"Maappi, kanna… I disturbed your sleep. I'm so sorry."
From the bottom of her heart. Apologizing — to me.

The night before she passed… she called me close.
She was sinking… like the Titanic — slow, helpless.
Her voice barely a whisper.
She took my hand and said,
"You are God to me."
And was gone from her bodily form. Forever. 

To my dear friends in this group…
If your parents are alive today, hug them. Sit with them. Listen to them.

Put aside your anger, your ego, your distractions.
Because you won’t get a second chance.

Serve them as if tomorrow doesn't exist.
Because for them — and for us — it might not.

Do whatever you can. Big or small.
They deserve that much. And so much more.