The love that carried me to this world

 

I was an embryo in your womb 44  years ago now you are the wide, sheltering cosmos that guards my every step."

Happy Birthday to me. On my special day, I dedicate these words to my Amma, celebrating her love, her sacrifice, and the life she gave me.

When July returned, the familiar shadow came—another year without you. I live by what you taught me, but the hollow you left remains, unfilled by anyone or any god. I kept every promise with my whole heart,I never wanted to leave you or let your sacrifice be wasted.

On July 11th, you brought me into this world. Your love gave me life that gift is the compass I carry. 

My soul keeps seeking a spiritual companion to walk beside me on the path you believed I could travel. I have stumbled and paused, trying to take the leap of faith you encouraged. I even found myself drawn to the gentle music of a face — Rajeev Khandelwal’s calm — longing for a steady presence. Yet I know I deserve a partner who will help me keep my feet steady and my heart true as I pursue my deepest purpose.

You waited for me, protected me in your womb, and sent me forth to carry our name. That legacy is mine now to continue I must carry it with the same fierce tenderness you gave me. I wish for a companion who sees the contours of my soul, who understands its wounds and its hunger, and who will walk beside me through the dark and the light.

Amma, I want your blessings and your presence more than ever. Your love is my north star — constant, luminous, and unfading. You are, and always will be, the love of my life

Always yours,

Dreamgirl Nive☘️

Amma, My Shiva—Reed Flute of My Soul

My dearest Amma, my mother, my guru, my goddess, my guiding spirit, my love, my anchor—you are my Shiva.

Our love was a sacred union steady glow in disciplined skies,
karmic light pulling souls eternally close.

To have had you in physical form,

the love you gave was tangible

in this three-dimensional world.

But the kid you raised still lives here,

missing your physical presence every day.

You've been on my mind as my comfort,

and my heart is full of you—

like the eagle spirit you always wanted me to embody,

soaring high, rising above the mundane.

I am connected to you through my prayers;

in stillness, I reach you, devoted heart aflame.

Your disciple is trying to accomplish

your unfulfilled mission, building it in isolation.

The time is near to leave the nest you built,

to reach a faraway land and build your shrine,

leading the life you envisioned.

Your wish is my wish—no duality here.

I am the body; you are my mind now,

our love weaving us as one.

Yet I miss you, Amma—your touch, your voice,

the food you fed me with boundless grace.

Why was I so lucky, I question,

to be born in your womb's holy cradle?

I am truly blessed to be your kid,

who will carry your love and healing

to faraway lands. I know you are waiting

for me on the other side, your light ever guiding.

A thought comes: how I wish

I could ring you in heaven and speak.

Then your silent inner voice answers—

You are in me; I have become you, my Amma.

In devotion's orbit, forever yours,

Your celestial child

Grandpa ❤️❤️❤️

 Happy 103 birthday 

Grandpa,Your 103rd birthday draws my heart close, hugging you across the gentle veils. You were giver and healer to every soul, touching lives with hands like soft moonlight and endless love. 

I remember you holding my small hand, walking me through Ramakrishna Ashram garden, training me to lean on spiritual strength, to surrender all. The responsibility you placed on me was huge—even as you left, I tried carrying it, offering it up in Shiva's abode. 

As Rumi whispers, what we do for ourselves fades, but what we do for others endures forever—like your gifts to us all.

Your sankalpa wove our family as one—me and Amma, holding it alive, like the dream you breathed into us. Amma joined you in heaven ten moons ago, both swaying free in Shiva's tender dance. So blessed you are there, wrapped in His quiet light together.

Thank you, Grandpa, a million times over, for her—your wonderful daughter, my guru, the warmth in my days. May you, Amma, Daddy, Chikkama, and Mama all be happy forever in Shiva's abode.

I love you forever.

Your little girl,

Promise in Time's Cup

Sweet Rascal's Warm Echo

Your caring warmth wrapped me like a soft shawl,
Nurturing my peace, guarding your family's light.

Who knew our liking ran this deep after sixteen years?

A hidden stream, now seen, but risking it would break us both.​

You are too good a flirt, sweet rascal, hitting women like me right at the sweet spot—master of words that melt, you'll always be my Maddy with that seductive voice.

Both sharing that same intense romance, wish we had known each other well sixteen years back.A promise of coffee date and kiss made then, still waiting to bloom in time's gentle hand.

When time settles us, longing still alive in our hearts,Life might bring us back as true allies, no chains.

Till then, in the quiet, our genuine warmth and desire forge strength 💜 

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