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Friday, October 30, 2020

Mummy, my brave and beautiful guardian angel

It was May 77 and a hot summer afternoon in New Delhi. After finishing her Yoga session at the Vishwayatan Yogashram directly opposite Bangla Saheb Gurudwara, a poised young lady was walking briskly, keen to reach home at the earliest.

Just as she crossed the road, she heard a girl’s shrill voice, “Chhodo, Chhodo, Mujhe”( let me go)

There was a note of terror in the girl’s voice and as she came closer, the lady could see that a car had stopped on the road . While the driver remained seated, the other man was trying to drag the girl into the car and she was struggling to get out of his clutches. Without further ado, the lady ran towards them shouting, “ Leave her immediately or I will call the police .”

As she recalled it later, everything seemed to move in slow motion. She could clearly see the terror in the girl’s eyes, the anger and determination in the man who was trying to pull her in, the momentary confusion on the driver’s face as he tried to think of the next step. Over and above that, she remembered thinking that these two men were capable of anything in that moment and looking towards Gurudwara Bangla Sahib, she prayed “Madat Kar Mere Rabba”( Help me, God)

And then everything came back in sharp focus as the man threw the girl on the footpath, jumped into the car, the driver took off, and in the next moment, it was all over.

She helped the bruised and terrified girl up and asked her if she was OK. The girl replied that she could manage and all she wanted was to go home. After ensuring that the girl was OK, the lady stopped an auto rickshaw, settled her in and continued her walk back home. Once home, she heaved a sigh of relief, it was over but she was well aware that anything could have happened...
Mummy, newly married at 19


That brave lady was my mother, Biba Satinder Kaur and as I think about her on her third ‘Barsi’ I remember this and a thousand other wonderful things about her.



Mummy at 29, New Years Eve, Calcutta

Mummy’s love for nature, for all things beautiful, her immense love for her family, her deep and abiding belief in God and Sikhism, her steadfast loyalty to her friends, her care and consideration for the staff, of whom Jairam was the longest serving member. He worked for my parents for 39 years , coming in as a young boy and stayed with them till he passed away in 2016.

In the three years since Mummy’s passing, I have been through a roller coaster of emotions. The first year was traumatic and very , very hard. My father took her passing to heart and exactly 9 months later, left us to join her.

Three years after Mummy, I have finally understood that this is the new normal and life has to go on. Her warmth, her infectious laughter and her utter delight in every little achievement of ours is something which I treasure .


Mummy, May 2015

I’m convinced that Mummy is our guardian angel now - just as her mother was for her.

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