Remembering …

My mum, Pratima Kane passed away on Friday night. She had been in hospital for the past few weeks recovering well from cellulitis, a foot infection). The end came abruptly but she did not suffer, she did not spend time in pain. I write this only to process it. I write, because that is one thing she always encouraged me to do.

It hurts that we won’t be able to talk into the night ever again, discuss politics, philosophy, religion, current afairs or even football matches. It hurts intensely that I won’t see her infectious smile again or hear her loud hearty laugh.

She was a homemaker and in my twenties she once told me how she found life conventional and boring. She wanted to do more and she did.

She started to teach students over time. Mainly giving tuitions in English. Over the past decade and more, she worked hard, was busier than ever and taught well over a hundred students, some kids as young as ten or eleven and some well into their forties. Their calls and messages remembering mom fondly, will remind me of how many students respect her and remember her fondly. It is part of her legacy.

She never judged people, and could be the most open minded person in the world. She encouraged both her children to take unconventional decisions in our personal lives and careers.

She inspired me to read, and kept telling me to write more, she would follow this blog religiously, reading every single word on every single post. And like a good teacher, she would often point out the commas and spelling mistakes I tend to make when I write.

She was happy. A happy person who laughed, made others laugh. She was my sister’s emotional rock, her best friend and so much more. For me she was happiness personified.

This is going to be very hard. But I have to find solace that she was happy with her life, with her students, her eyes always lit up when she talked about some ex-student of hers calling her up or sending her a whatsapp message. She was happy right upto the last minute of her life. And I was able to be with her in the end.

11 responses to “Remembering …”

  1. Penning condolence message is really tough as these words do no justice to the pain one feels for one’s personal loss.
    Deepest condolences to you and your family.
    Through your words, got to read about a very fine lady. Take care.

  2. I am one of students mom…very well expressed ur views.. I had very small interaction last year.. But I remember her advise gvn..her talk.. and very sweet talk with beautiful English…Accept our condolanses.. RIP..We will niss her too…

  3. I cannot imagine the pain that one goes through when a parent departs. And as Angira rightly wrote, no words do justice.

    My prayers are that God bless aunty’s soul and give you and your family strength in these tough times.

  4. Aditya, what a beautiful note. My deepest condolences for you and your family. May her soul rest in peace and she will always be remembered in her good work.
    – Harish

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