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Dated: 30 August 2025

  Dated: 30 August 2025 To My Dearest Mom, Today I listened to a podcast that stirred something deep inside me. The speaker said something that struck me profoundly — “The people we love the most in this life might be souls we were connected to in a previous birth.” I sat in silence after hearing that, and suddenly, so many emotions made sense. There has always been a bond between us that feels unexplainably strong — beyond that of a typical mother and daughter. And for years, I’ve wondered: why do I love you more than anyone else in my life — more than my husband, and even more than my own child? I used to feel guilty for feeling this way. How could I, as a mother, say that my love for you surpasses everything else? How could I place you before my own child in the hierarchy of emotions? But now, after hearing that podcast, something inside me whispered — “because she wasn’t just your mother… she was your soulmate in a past life.” It may sound strange, even unbelievable to oth...
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lteer 98 , Separated by Fate, Bound by Love — My Heart Still Lives with You

  Letter 98 Date: 13 July 2025 My dearest Mamma, Today I went to a spiritual gathering organised by Kalakandth Prabhu, who is a senior ISKCON member in Bangalore and someone quite respected in the community. I didn’t really feel like going, but something in me pushed me there. Maybe it was because I wanted to be around people who are holding on to some kind of faith. I thought maybe it would give me a moment of peace, a bit of distraction from the constant ache in my heart — the ache of being away from you. There, I met Anand Prabhu and his wife Roopa. They had brought their daughter Raksha along. She’s just three months older than Tejas. Watching her, so cheerful, so secure, so full of joy, stirred something very deep inside me. She was talking with so much excitement about their upcoming trip to India. In just four days, she’ll be in Puri, getting darshan, spending time with her grandparents, playing with her cousins — experiencing the love and noise and warmth of a big, conn...
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Letter 97 He Wanted to Treat His Mother Like a Queen — And So Did I

  Letter 97 Date: 9th July 2025 Dear Mamma, Yesterday, I came across a YouTube short — just about a minute long — but it shook me to my core. It was probably from a Pakistani news anchor interviewing people on the street. The question was simple: “Tell us a wish that you know can never be fulfilled.” I thought people would say things like becoming a Bollywood star or the President of the United States — and many did. But then came a man, maybe in his late forties or early fifties, and what he said made me freeze. He said, “My biggest wish is to take care of my mother like a queen. But when she was alive, I didn’t have the means. And now, when I finally have the money, she is no longer here.” The screen cut to black with a soft, tragic sound. That moment… it stayed with me. Tears rolled down my cheeks instantly, and they haven’t really stopped since. Because Mamma, his pain is mine too — only difference is, you’re still alive . And still, I feel like that helpless man. I am in ...
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Letter 4 — 14th December 2020: The Sky Above Shimla, and My Heart with You

  Letter 4 — 14th December 2020: The Sky Above Shimla, and My Heart with You Dear Mamma, I’m back from Bangalore now, sitting quietly in my room, and my heart is still full of everything I felt today. The whole journey back to Yamuna Nagar felt long, not because of time or distance, but because I missed you with every passing moment. I kept thinking about your face, your soft voice, and that warmth only a mother can give—something I never stop craving. My flight from Bangalore was scheduled in the afternoon. Everything was going smoothly until we reached near Chandigarh. Suddenly, the flight began circling in the sky. After a few minutes, the pilot’s voice came over the speaker— “Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, the airport is currently busy, and we haven’t been given permission to land yet. We’ll be in a holding pattern for a while. We’re currently flying over Shimla. Please enjoy the beautiful view.” As soon as he said Shimla , I turned to the window. Below us, the mounta...
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  Letter 4 — 14th December 2020: The Flight Over Shimla, and My Heart at Home Dear Mamma, I’m writing this just after returning from Bangalore. I missed you so much the entire way back home—it was as if your voice was echoing inside me throughout the journey. The flight was smooth until we reached Chandigarh. The pilot announced, “Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, the airport is a little busy so we haven’t received landing permission. We’ll need to circle for a few more minutes. Right now, we’re flying over Shimla. Please enjoy the beautiful view of the mountains.” And in that moment, I looked down and saw the majestic hills of Shimla beneath me. I smiled and thought— one day, once things settle, I will bring Mamma here. We’ll go to Shimla together. All of us—Dilip, Tejas, you, Papa—we will go on a peaceful trip and make joyful memories. Dilip is so caring and gentle, Mamma. You both will enjoy his company so much. You’ll feel as if you’ve found a son, not just a son-in-law...
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Letter 3 — 11th December: A Piece of My Heart

  Letter 3 — 11th December: A Piece of My Heart Dear Mamma, Thank you, Mamma. The marriage was performed happily yesterday, and everything went smoothly. We are still here in Tirupati. Dilip has booked darshan tickets—hopefully by tonight, we’ll get to have darshan of Lord Venkateshwara. I’m feeling so happy… but deep inside, I miss you. I truly wish you had been here. And I keep imagining that one day, when you come, we’ll visit Tirupati temple together. Not just Tirupati—we will go to Rameshwaram, and also to the Udupi temple. We’ll go as a family, holding hands, laughing like old times. It’s morning here now, and we are about to go out to eat something. Everyone who had come for the wedding has now left for their own homes, including my husband Gobind’s mother and brother. And Mamma, I am very happy. But this happiness feels incomplete without you. I want both you and Papa to shift with us now. Even if it’s only for a few months in Bangalore, please say yes. I want to live ...
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letter 2- A Winter Afternoon and Your Warm Hands

  Letter 2: A Winter Afternoon and Your Warm Hands Dear Mamma, I don’t know why today, out of everything, I remembered that winter afternoon from our school days. It’s so vivid in my mind, as if I could step right back into it. It was one of those sunny winter days. The sunlight felt soft, golden, and gentle, and I remember coming back from school—both of us, tired and hungry, laughing as we walked toward home. You were sitting outside, knitting a sweater, your hands moving fast but gracefully, focused and full of love. That moment felt like peace itself. I threw my school shoes up into the air one by one—flying them off like a bird escaping a cage—and you looked at me with your calm smile and said softly, “That’s not right, beta.” You didn’t shout. You never did. You had that quiet way of teaching us. You made everything feel safe, even your corrections. We were living in the industrial area back then. But in truth, it was only ‘industrial’ by name. There were barely any fact...
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