Resembling Her Mother: A Touching Encounter
While browsing in the supermarket, I found myself face-to-face with a young woman juggling three babies. Suddenly, she stopped right in front of me and exclaimed, “You look just like my mother. A healthier version, but definitely my mother.” Curiosity and sympathy filled my heart as I couldn’t help but ask if she had lost her mother. The pain was evident in her eyes and she confirmed my suspicion — her mother had tragically succumbed to drug abuse. To add to her sorrow, she had also recently lost her father, the one who raised her. As a daughter who has spent years searching for my own mother’s face in a crowd, her words struck a chord within me. I longed to embrace and comfort this motherless girl, and even now, that desire lingers.
– Lisa Finn
A Bathtub Romance: An Unconventional Beginning
“Want to take a bath with me?” he asked. Normally, I wouldn’t consider such a proposition, especially from someone I had only talked to over the phone with a considerable distance between us. I voiced my reservations, but he persisted. “Just imagine,” he proposed, “if we do meet up and everything works out between us. Wouldn’t this bathtub incident be a fantastic story to tell?” Intrigued, I poured a glass of wine and boldly stepped into the tub. Suddenly, he burst into song: “Rub-a-dub, just relaxing in the tub.” Fast forward to today, and we’ve been happily married for 14 years. As a whimsical reminder of our unique beginnings, bride and groom rubber ducks adorn our wedding table.
– Amy Paturel
Breaking the Silence: A Journey to Reconciliation
After completing college, I made the decision to stay in America, which left my parents in India feeling abandoned. But that was only part of my truth. I couldn’t hide my sexuality any longer and came out as gay, breaking free from the need to conceal my true identity in my hometown of Kolkata. Sadly, my parents didn’t take it well, and we endured 13 years of painful silence. We were on the brink of entering the 14th year of estrangement until the regrets expressed by terminally ill patients during my medical school rotations resonated deeply within me. Encouraged by their stories, I reached out to my parents. Miraculously, they responded, and my husband and I embarked on a journey to India, where I found myself in the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings of my childhood home. While our relationship remains imperfect, my parents and I are steadily making progress and rebuilding the bond we once had.
– Lala Tanmoy Das
Finding Solace in the Presence of Ancestors
In memory of my late grandmother, Lola, I created an altar adorned with oranges, money, fragrant jasmine flowers, and her beloved caramel candies wrapped in gold. Placing a candle next to her framed portrait on my fireplace, surrounded by these offerings, I poured out my heart. I confessed my deep sense of loneliness and the conflicting emotions I experienced due to the independence instilled in me by both Lola and my mother. It was this independence that helped me survive, yet it made seeking help even from my departed grandmother feel unimaginable. I beseeched her for guidance, for a sign, for any glimmer of hope to alleviate my isolation. And to my astonishment, the very next day, you came into my life. It felt like Lola herself had answered my plea, sending you as a source of solace and companionship.
– Sara Tardiff
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