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Yesterday was Dussehra, the tenth day of the Navratri festival. Traditionally it is a women’s festival dedicated to the praise of the mother goddess. It is celebrated in different ways in different parts of the country. 

In my part of the world, it is celebrated by  visiting elders, offering them leaves from the Cassia tree ( called sona)  and seeking their blessings . 

It is also celebrated as one of the three auspicious days and marked by the purchase of gold.

Considering the falling value of the rupee, many people still resort to the standard yellow metal to preserve their wealth, but with the purchasing power of the rupee itself being so diminished, all you can really afford these days is just gold dust!

However, ours was a quiet Dussehra spent in the past and present. 

In the morning, I offered my prayers to the family shrine, my gas stove and of course my beloved computer. Ms. Papaya and Little Po joined me in full earnest as we thanked our work tools for working efficiently. 

Then Ms Papaya joined Hubby dear,  Ma-in-law and me for a Chinese lunch at the Club. 

Little Po was joining his other grandparents at their family home for their traditional celebration.

And at night, we had our traditional celebration with the entire family, followed by a spectacularly scary, sound and light show courtesy the Lord Above whose last monsoon showers clean the air of all pollutants left behind. 

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Be with me

“Be with me,” I said to my 60 year old mother.

I am not disabled or sick; I’m a perfectly healthy 35 year old, recovering from a traumatic personal event, who has moved back to my childhood home. I was rushing in and out of the house as I looked for jobs, squeezed in a gym class and played with my daughter.

Despite living in the same house as my mother, I rarely spoke to her.

By asking her to “be with me”, as I got ready in the morning, I could chat with her. For 10 or 15 minutes. Catch up. Ask her how her day was looking; check in with the mundane yet important points of daily life.

We used to hear our father say this to our mother all the time. And we used to snigger. Why would a grown man want her to sit outside the bath and chat?

But as a working adult, I understand why. We all need someone to listen to us. To ask us how our day went. To be with us.

As I reflect on what has got me through this time – and allowed me to find joy and peace, it is that she was with me. She listened when I rehashed the same story a hundred times. She listened when I cried. She celebrated the small wins.

As we wind down 2018, I’m so grateful for her, and my entire family. Who was there for me. I hope everyone has someone who is there for them. To be with them. That is my wish for 2019. And to end, here is a poem on the topic:


“I’ll Be There for you”
“I’ll be there, my darling, through thick and through thin
When your mind’s in a mess and your head’s in a spin
When your plane’s been delayed, and you’ve missed the last train.
When life is just threatening to drive you insane
When your thrilling whodunit has lost its last page
When somebody tells you, you’re looking your age
When your coffee’s too cool, and your win is too warm
When the forecast said, “fine”, but you’re out in a storm
When your quick break hotel, turns into a slum
And your holiday photos show only your thumb
When you park for five minutes in a resident’s bay
And return to discover you’ve been towed away
When the jeans that you bought in hope or in haste
Just stick on your hips and don’t reach round your waist
When the food you most like brings you out in red rashes
When as soon as you boot up the bloody thing crashes
So my darling, my sweetheart, my dear…
When you break a rule, when you act the fool
When you’ve got the flu, when you’re in a stew
When you’re last in the queue, don’t feel blue
’cause I’m telling you, I”ll be there.”
                                                              by Louise Cuddon

I woke up this morning to find that my clothes were splattered on the floor, wet and dirty with the late evening storm. What a fiddle! 

So when I got up this morning, put on my trusty computer and I found this delightful letter penned by Daughter No.1 who is my Itinerant Blogger, it cheered me up no end! 

It also seemed providential that it ties up so well with this photo prompt:  a heart surrounded by love. 

I know that just as I am there for her, she will be there for her daughter, the way my mum is for me. 

Life goes on doesn’t it? 

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Linking this with #FridayReflections hosted by Corinne of EverydayGyaan

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Author: Unishta

A granny who always sees the humour in life and tries to do things differently. When others make cupcakes, this granny makes banana fritters. When she’s not busy chasing her grandchildren who love making her run around, she indulges in her passions of reading, writing, meeting friends and watching movies. And somewhere between all this she enjoys travelling and cooking!


  1. This was such a lovely post, Sunita! And, the poem just blew me away!! Ah, lovely!! That could very well be my mother, who is always there for me, whatever I go through, whatever I have to tell her, good or bad, she is there with me, for me.. always!! Mothers!! <3

  2. I learnt the value of “Be with me” recently Sunita. Past three weeks saw me struggling with my health. Had it not been the support of my better half, my children, my mom and aunty and my Mocktail Mommies buddies, I would have taken long to come out of it. They all were with me when I needed them most. And then I wondered how do I repay (not a good word, I know, for what they did to me) them? I had no clues. Ater reading your post, I feel, I now have an answer. Let me pass it on to others who would be in need. Let me be with all my near and dear ones, whenever possible, when they would be shouting “Be with me”, silently.
    Thanks for a wonderful, positive thought Sunita.

    1. I’m glad this post resonated with you . I was actually wondering about your absence and missed you . Just when I was going to DM you I found a post by you . Really happy to see you back !

  3. A beautiful and heartfelt post! A thoughtful letter.
    I have created an email ID for my son, I keep send g mails to him. He does not have the access to it, yet.
    I am waiting for the day he sends me one such letter. 🙂

  4. A beautiful and heartfelt post! And what a thoughtful letter!
    I have created an email ID for my son, I keep sending mails to the account . He does not have the access to it, yet.
    I am waiting for the day he sends me one such letter. 🙂

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