Ma...I really miss you...why is it that when I am sad, the first person I look up to is Ma. Life was better when I was a child. I miss those days I have spent with my family, just the four of us....Dad, Ma, Sis and me. Perhaps, I ought to have valued those days much more...Its only when we lose someone or something that we start missing it...Its been 17 years since Mom left us all for her heavenly abode...but her absence becomes more felt with every passing year. I wish she was at my side today, I wish I could rest my head on her lap and weep out my pain. I wish I could touch her, and seek solace...But alas! if wishes were horses beggars might ride. As I step into the 40 realm, I can visualize the difficulties that might have been faced by her. She was only 45 when we were bereaved..she till the end didn't live at the mercy of others, and was able to carry out her work by herself. Diagnosed with lung cancer at the critical stage...there was no hope in spite of chemotherapy. I still remember the fateful flight which flew her to Munbai....only to return as a body. Dad's quivering lips and apologetic gestures that he couldn't bring her back alive. Life is full of uncertainties....no one knows what the next moment holds for us.. 

So many things have changed since then...people around us have changed...situations are different but the void has deepened. Connections with others weakened....Ma....I really miss you...