The lasting impressions some make in our lives flash now and then when frequencies match. These are quite strong yet faint to talk about.

Being the youngest in my family I had my way, Yet I had to persist to getting even the smallest thing needed. Like all kids I was very much attached to my mom and her spiritual stories. She was very much an ideal mom for she utilised her spare time reading books mostly spiritual and philosophical. She also read historical works but showed no interest in public affairs. She had a unique ardent passion of monitoring my behavior closely.

My happiness was her sunny days and my sadness marked her autumn. Before she passed away, I intended to complete graduation and probably work immediately after to fulfill her dream. But then, that dream did not fructify. I was a silent witness to her agony in the hospital to the last spoon of holy water.

The impact she had in my life, still vibrates me with them when I see true love so crystal clear as the early morning dew.

My daily routine included dropping my niece at her school. On one such sunny morning I was just leaving from her school, when I heard a voice calling me ‘brother’. I turned to see a small girl – the age group of my niece smiling shyly with innocence and respect mirrored in her eyes.

I felt the presence of my mother in me. I bade her goodbye and returned home. The next time she called me by the nickname my nephews and nieces address me with. Was I surprised!

Uma – that was her name – she was too young to advise me, yet I felt so nice hearing caring words, ‘Anna, don't drive your vehicle fast, keep smiling, keep others smiling’. I sometimes wondered how such words of concern could come from such a young person. Her comforting words put my own bitterness to rest – I had just lost my baby. I responded with a smile, ‘Ok, Amma’.

I was startled to see tears springing in her eyes. Some say prayers pay back, I sensed it then. She said "Anna, believe it or not, when you first spoke to me, I felt as if you were my son. I did not tell you this earlier thinking that everyone would mock at me but now I thank god He has given me a son so understanding".

Every time I felt blue she would mail me saying ‘Don't worry son. Your real mom in heaven has sent me to take care of your bitterness. I am here to give you mental support. Things will be all right soon.‘

I don't even see her often, still her caring words lifts up my spirits. She is sacred and divine mom of mine and I wholeheartedly pray for her wellbeing.

Few in mankind make impressions that last forever.