I hate the word "abandoned" and the word "Mother" is my favorite one



“I panicked at the old memory of feeling abandoned. It had happened to me at age eight when my mother left me at grandmother’s house in Benares and simply walked away. Wide-eyed, I had remained standing there, waiting for her to look back and take me in her arms. She never did. Why did not you turn? I asked her many years later. ‘Because my little one, I did not want you to see me get teary-eyed.’” (Excerpted from the book ‘HEALED’)



Yesterday night, I started reading my new book “Healed” by Manisha Koirala. I read these few sentences in the first page and was confined by the word “Abandoned” and “Mother”. I could not proceed further. I had to stop there. The old memories started flowing all over my mind. I could not refrain myself from committing my feelings and emotions to pen and paper. I do not love the word, “abandoned”. I never want to hear/read this word. If I could I would abandon this word forever from the dictionary of my mind. But, this word can’t abandon me as it has deeply rooted its place in me during the time of my childhood age. “Mother”. The word itself feels heavenly and is enough to make me pure and happy. In every passing second, my mind and heart resonate the song of this word together. The rhythm of this word is incomparable to any other medicines to cure my sadness. The rhythm produced by this word is the only immortal song I sing forever.



I spent my childhood with the fear of being abandoned by my precious mother. In those years she was severely sick. Her health was only deteriorating. How much did I wish to share some of her wounds but I was only helpless which was even more painful. By God’s grace, her health started being recovered. Otherwise, I spent most of my childhood years with the fear of being abandoned by my own mother.



I would like to take your few seconds today just to share that you are luckier than you have ever imagined if you have got the opportunity of feeling mother’s love in your life. Please do not take her for granted. I am sorry to say but I am still working on it.  Those who are far from her warm love in this life and is still nurturing your soul with love and care, my head bows with huge respect for your nobility.



At the end of day happiness matters.  Have a good day!

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