Keeping it simple for you

12.12.2002 … It all began with our wedding, a day filled with sacred vows, dreams, and the promise of forever. Years later, those promises blossomed into a life rich with love, family, laughter, and countless memories. Every picture, every smile, and every milestone became part of our beautiful journey. Then came the day, 07.08.2025, that changed everything. With Shirdi Sai Baba's sacred vibhuti on your forehead, Lord Jagannath's tulsi garland around your neck, the blessed sindoor of Panchamukhi Hanuman, Strength gathered from  Mahavinayak & anything and everything a mother could ask for before Maa Kamakhya Devi, you were surrounded by prayers and divine blessings. You had promised me and our children that you would be brave, that you would fight, and that you would come back to us. Yet, in those final moments, when your voice revealed what my heart was never ready to hear, time seemed to stand still. I still hold on to the promise you made, wondering how fate changed our s...

Amidst all the chaos, I completely forgot to share this hilarious, drama-filled episode from our lives. 😊 With the change in his taste buds, the only thing he could truly relax and enjoy was a popsicle. You must be wondering what's so funny about that? When we stopped visiting people and avoided gatherings, everyone started wondering what was going on and would occasionally drop by to check on us. Whenever there was a discussion about food, he would always mention his craving for popsicles. We started exploring different flavors that he might enjoy without any hassle. The kiddo gang would visit different stores, hunt for flavors, and even argue over which one to buy. They turned it into a sport, something they could do for their Uncle/Mousa. One fine afternoon, he had asked my dear friend to bring a pack of one particular flavor. We were at the hospital, and within the blink of an eye, she vanished into thin air! Wondering what had happened, I found out she'd rushed out becaus...

He understood it was just a breather, but he was petrified whenever I moved out of his sight, even for a while. Miscommunication by some, had reached its peak when two of my besties were fighting fuming for and against, exchanging words that could wrench anyone's heart. I kept my calm because I knew those words were never meant to hurt. It was their concern fighting for me, their worry about his health speaking through their emotions. None of us could truly express the battle we were fighting within. There stood a couple, friends forever in all directions, who kept encouraging me, but my heart knew its due diligence. It was one Fourth of July. I still wonder how a single day could shake someone so profoundly. He spoke his worries aloud before them. He cried. He asked for genuine concern and support for his family. A man who always stood firm by his principles occasionally melted... did he sense something that I couldn't? Or was I simply unwilling to let it break me? We listened...

  An evening I never wish to relive. I stood my ground, unwavering in my decision, fearlessly insisting that he be taken to the farthest hospital if it meant he would receive the best possible care. They argued that I was going against what had been decided, but nothing could stop me from trying to give him every chance we had. The ambulance ride, with its blaring sirens, pierced through my heart. Little did I know that he wasn't simply taking a detour, he was slowly beginning his final journey. He cried like a child, struggling to compose himself, and I held him close, assuring him that I would never leave his side. He asked me not to move an inch away from his sight, and I promised I wouldn't. Who could have imagined that within just a few days, our conversations would live only in memories, and I would long for one more moment in his gaze. 

Last Father's Day, the children wrapped you in warmth, a blanket stitched together with photographs, memories, and all the love their little hearts could hold. This year, instead of a blanket, they planted a garden for you. Side by side, with muddy hands and full hearts, they prepared a place where something beautiful can continue to grow. I imagine you smiling as you watched them, proud of the love they carry and the way they honor you. I feel blessed to see the wonderful babies we have raised together. Touch wood, because I never want to take that blessing for granted. Yet, if I'm honest, there is also fear. Raising them with you felt like sharing both the joys and the burdens; walking this path without you feels far more daunting. I often wonder whether I can live up to the hopes and expectations we dreamed for them together. You live on in our hearts, in their laughter, in the values you left behind, and in the love that continues to guide us. But my love, this journey is n...

  I truly don’t know whether I should even be writing this, but the very thought of it still scares me and shakes my confidence. It’s easy to say that I am capable of raising both of them and that I’ll be able to guide them toward success. But what if I fail? What if I’m not successful enough to help them achieve their dreams? What if I make the wrong decisions for them? There are still so many things I don’t know. No matter how much I try to learn, there’s always something else I get stuck on. Rules, legal matters, banking, insurance, education, finances; everything feels overwhelming at times. I feel like I have to start from scratch every single day. I learn one thing, only to find myself struggling with something else. It feels endless. Does everyone go through this, or am I the only one finding it so difficult? xoxo boy, I’m truly scared. :( I know you’ve told me so many times not to overthink, but how can I not think about concerns like these? I can’t ask you to make a promis...