- by Miss. Khushboo Mehta, daughter of Late Mrs. Nirmala Mehta, Rajasthan

The first magician whom I saw for the first time...waiting for my little eyes to open...

Who taught me to walk on the path of life…

Who made me smile, love and care...

was MY MOM...

But after the accident my mom didn’t say a word...

Life had taken a ‘U’ Turn. Now I was waiting for her eyes to open... waiting for some magic to make her walk again, to make her laugh at my jokes, to make her......

I remember that night…

It was silent. She was silent…I was in the ICU with ‘maa’ holding her cold hands as tight as I could

Cried like a mad person… apologised for each and every misbehaviour of mine…if I had hurt her or made her cry because of me...

It was for the first time that I spoke to her the whole night…

And for the last time too…

“Chup chap rehti hai, kuch bhi nahi kehti hai

Fir bhi kitna batati sikhati hai…maa

Khali khali hatho se kitna de jati hai…maa”

“She is quiet, she doesn’t say a word

Even then how much she teaches me…my mother

Even though her hands are empty, how much she gives…my mother”

She was a simple and pious lady with a kind and helpful nature. She was a soldier, she fought for her life till her last breath and after that fought to save someone else’s life. It was my brother Abhishek, my family and MFJCF TEAM who gave their support in this noble cause. She is not with us, but we can feel her presence near us. She is alive in some others, my mother. She thought me a lesson in humanity, a spirit of hope and the need to pass on life to others…

“Tujh sang mujhse hasna, or kuch pal rona tha

Chahe jo kuch ho, ye saath na khona tha

Teri hi ungli, tera woh aanchal oddh ke sona tha

Tu kahan chali O maiya, mujhe chod ke

De gayi tu jeevan apna, kisi mod pe

Tera woh hasna, mujko manana yaad aaye pal pal

Mein kahin bhi jaun maa, tera saath ho

Hai yahi dua, bas sar pe tera haath ho”

“We laughed together, we cried together

Whatever happened, you would always be there with me

You held and sheltered me in this journey of life

Where have you gone, mother, leaving me

In the end, you gave the gift of life so that others might live

I remember your laughter, I remember you placating me

Wherever I go, mother, you are with me

My only plea is that your hand always be there to guide me.”

My magician is now creating magic in someone’s life…