When Life Slowed Down in a Hospital ward...

Yesterday evening is something I don’t think I can forget easily. I went to the hospital to see my mom after her operation. She had just come out of the OT and was moved to the observation ward. My dad called me, and she spoke to me over the phone. That voice… it didn’t feel like my Amma. It was weak, slow, almost like she was struggling to be herself. I didn’t know how to react.

Later, when I reached the hospital and saw her, it hit me even harder. For a moment, I didn’t see my strong, caring mother I saw someone fragile, like a child. Her expressions, her tone, everything felt so innocent and different. And still, in that condition, the first thing she asked me was, “Saptayada?”

For the past three weeks, no one had asked me that the way she does. I somehow controlled myself and said yes. Then she asked for water, and I gave it to her… like how we would give a child. That moment broke something inside me.

That’s when it truly sank in money can’t buy everything. You can earn, achieve, and gather so much, but love and care, especially from your mother, is something beyond all that. Even your own people may not always be there, but Amma… she is always Amma.

It’s hard to even put this feeling into words. Life suddenly feels very real. Very raw. And very simple.

Amma is always Amma.Everything else… just summa.

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