An Ode to my Mother.
Renuka Rajesh Nanavati I’ve been thinking of the best way to write an ode to the wonderful woman that was my mother for days now. It’s taken me a whole year and I still haven’t done a very good job - because she was truly one of a kind, and it’s hard to describe her in just words. You had to know her to know. Every single person who knew her, even briefly - friends, family, her Bhakti group ladies, our maids, staff, neighbours, even the vegetable seller and our tailor - were heartbroken. No one could believe it. How could this happen? My mother was a strong believer in God’s plan. Maybe it was God’s plan - maybe it was written in her stars. Everyone loved her. I think I didn’t grasp the extent of how loved she was until now - her family, her friends truly loved her - she was the youngest and she was everyone’s favourite. Favourite cousin, favourite fifi, favourite bhabhi, favourite masi, favourite friend. She was the kindest, most religious, most simple, most beautiful person you