We grown up together, we both appeared HSE together and even engineering together. She went for diploma in telecommunication and myself diploma in mechanical & electrical engineering. She got service and married. I joined service very late in Mumbai. I have a lot of memories of childhood. Today I will only sharing only two. At our house, soap bar used to be kept at the base of the wooden bed, Eva my cousin was just learning crawling and whenever she reached the point, she got hold the soap and bite the soap. Maye used to comment that Eva will have fair baby as she is eating soap on regular basis. During one Diwali myself and maye were burning snake capsules on the seat outside uncle's room, she was using coloured matchstick, when she stuck a matchstick some portion of the head of the matchstick broke away and burning portion struck her left side of the face. She run away inside the house. That injury healed but scar remained. Another story came to mind, I must say that. A small frog used to stay at our room under a wall. Every night it used to come out to eat insects which were attracted by electric light. I noticed that it throw its tongue to small insect which move. I took one rubber band and rolled it into a small piece and threw it near the frog. When the frog notices it moving it threw its tongue and took the piece inside its mouth. Then it tried out its best to put it out but failed. Maye told that Shyamal you have done a sin, God will punish you if the frog die. To my relief the next day the frog appeared again.
I shall always remember the spirit and strength you sported against all the hardship that came your way. Living through the pain in your last hours, you were concerned of those you knew you were leaving behind. Bhalo theko.
Jekhanei thakben bhalo thakben..asirbaad korun sobaike,sobaike bhalo rakhben..
May her soul rest in peace.... Happy Mother's day to you...
“A photograph never grows old. You and I change, people change all through the months and years, but a photograph always remains the same. How nice to look at a photograph of mother or father taken many years ago. You see them as you remember them. But as people live on, they change completely. That is why I think a photograph can be kind.” - Albert Einstein
Pisi bhalo theko.....
A Mother's love is something that no one can explain...its made up of deep devotion, pain and sacrifice... its such a relation that no-one can explain.... its endless and unselfish... its is actually the essense of life.... kakima u went under the blessed hand of almighty but Shaunak needs u everytime..its ur blessing that would help him to reach at the summit of the world........ kakima may your soul rest in peace....
Mother, if i had a chance to meet you, I asked u about the hurriness of GOD.
We want u. We always follow u and ur everything.
I noticed that you visited my mothers tribute Shaunak and wanted to say thank you for stopping in, even though I did not know your mother I am sorry for your loss.. I wish our mothers did not have to go, I miss mine so much.
Remembering Provati Das on her fourth death anniversary. 20th may,2008
Shaunak, I never had the privilege to meet your mother. But, as a son of my mother, I can feel it from the bottom of my heart, that how much important a mother is in a person's life. Without mother, how lonely a person can be. My mother is like a friend to me. She always stands by me like a shield in the times of my distress; always protects me like an umbrella. I simply can't afford to live one single day without day without her presence. All I wish to say today is, "kakima, shaunak tomay khub miss kore. tomar atmar shanti kamona kori amra sobai. shaunak ke ashirbad koro, jeno khub bhalo thake o."
We can not forget you. May your soul rest in peace.