She had a mother of her own, whom she loved. When she lost her, I couldn’t bear to see her cry. It broke my heart; my soul burned for what was hers that was lost was also mine. I vowed to never let her cry because of me. I failed many times, but she supported me nevertheless. She defended me; she put her faith in me no matter how many times I broke it. All because of my own weakness. But her strength gave me inspiration. Her love was the greatest. I vow to make her proud. For my happiness is hers, and hers is mine. And we both will have it. She had a mother of her own, whom she loved. When she lost her, I couldn’t bear to see her cry. It broke my heart; my soul burned for what was hers that was lost was also mine. I vowed to never let her cry because of me. I failed many times, but she supported me nevertheless. She defended me; she put her faith in me no matter how many times I broke it. All because of my own weakness.
But her strength gave me inspiration. Through her actions, her struggles, and her pain, I saw life itself. The sum of all existence seemed to have been understood well by me, all thanks to her. Action, faith, devotion, and love. She was all of it. She performed her actions with peace and calm. Her strength could not be challenged. But after all the ordeals and the problems, she emerged victorious. I clearly had a great role model in her and in Papa as well. I vowed to make them both proud. Especially Maa. For my happiness is hers, and hers is mine. Love you, Maa. My greatest hero.
