My Mother Tej Kaur Suri, before marriage, was just 3 months old when her Mother passed away. She never did ever experience the joy and care and the most important company of a Mother. She never knew what a Mother was ! Is that in some way indicative of how dear a Mother she herself became, when we were born ? I often wonder, as does my Father in his autobiography !
I touch their faces through the enlarged miracles of photography, stand silently before the beginning of the day, and wish and pray that they extend their love and care to me and the family ..
12 th August .. the birth of her that gave birth to me !!
Each day I look at the face of the most beautiful, compassionate, effervescent lady in my life .. I seek her blessings as she looks down upon me from the side of her husband my Father .. I seek strength from her, and wisdom from my Father .. they stay together in the room I preserve, in the house that commands my first ever – and will, till the last of me – ‘Prateeksha’ … swagat sab ke liye yahan par, nahin kissi ke liye prateeksha .. welcome all to this abode, but not a wait for any .. words that ring true in one of my Father’s works, but he felt it right to name the house in its meaning ..
