Life sometimes seems to be too cruel beyond comprehension. After all the initial challenges, loss of my mom, recovering from the aftermath of her death, I embarked on my CSC journey. Midway through after 2 weeks of so much of intense work and fun, travels and friends in Halifax, God sent me a jerk of my life.
The frantic call from my daughter informing of the most tragic accident of her best friend, soul-sister, my foster daughter Sai Manasa threw me to an ocean of tears. This child came into my life when she was probably around 12-13, a fragile delicate little girl, full of fun and dreams, lot of hopes and aspirations of a future, very adamant at times, and still finding everything that she wants a mother to be in me. The first time Aishu brought her home, we gelled like we knew each other for life. We used to have so much of fun, cook and eat together, go on errands, travels, spend nights watching some random stuff on TV or laptop, teasing me, wearing my sarees and messing the room and on me shouting, they just used to clean up the place in flash seconds.
Never imagined that our lives will change in split seconds because of her one decision to go on a bike ride in mid of the night with her professor having no one around and ending up on a tragic road accident that took her life in minutes and derailed our lives, devastating my daughter totally as they studied together for 6 years, spent most of their weekend and holidays together and stood by each other so much and went to the same college as they wanted to be together. Me being on the other side of the planet, far away from one child who lost her life and other child trying to hold strong and do what best she can do is totally devastating.
The child I fostered so much, who was so much part of my family, everything that a friend can be to my daughter is suddenly gone. Leaving us in shock. Tears that don't seem to stop. We are no where near to celebrate her young 19 year old life that was snatched away. No words to console each other, no guts to deep dive into reality and no one and everyone to be blamed in this tragedy.
She leaves behind an absolutely shell-shocked father, a helpless broken mother and sisters, amazing group of friends who are not able to even believe this yet.
Thanks to the amazing courage and composure my husband showed in this moment of utmost grief, holding ground for everyone, standing by my daughter, driving down 200 kms to Villipuram to the accident site, following up with the legal formalities and hospital and bring the child in ambulance and handing over her to relatives who were clueless. My daughter showed an extreme sense of understanding of the situation, holding tightly and answering people and still trying to fight back her own pressures of the situation.
I only wished I was there to hold my daughter Aishwarya tightly when she needed me and have one last glimpse of my foster child Manasa.
I desperately wish this was just a bad dream and nothing happened. Time only can heal us
Miss you Munni.....Love you so much little angel.
The frantic call from my daughter informing of the most tragic accident of her best friend, soul-sister, my foster daughter Sai Manasa threw me to an ocean of tears. This child came into my life when she was probably around 12-13, a fragile delicate little girl, full of fun and dreams, lot of hopes and aspirations of a future, very adamant at times, and still finding everything that she wants a mother to be in me. The first time Aishu brought her home, we gelled like we knew each other for life. We used to have so much of fun, cook and eat together, go on errands, travels, spend nights watching some random stuff on TV or laptop, teasing me, wearing my sarees and messing the room and on me shouting, they just used to clean up the place in flash seconds.
Never imagined that our lives will change in split seconds because of her one decision to go on a bike ride in mid of the night with her professor having no one around and ending up on a tragic road accident that took her life in minutes and derailed our lives, devastating my daughter totally as they studied together for 6 years, spent most of their weekend and holidays together and stood by each other so much and went to the same college as they wanted to be together. Me being on the other side of the planet, far away from one child who lost her life and other child trying to hold strong and do what best she can do is totally devastating.
The child I fostered so much, who was so much part of my family, everything that a friend can be to my daughter is suddenly gone. Leaving us in shock. Tears that don't seem to stop. We are no where near to celebrate her young 19 year old life that was snatched away. No words to console each other, no guts to deep dive into reality and no one and everyone to be blamed in this tragedy.
She leaves behind an absolutely shell-shocked father, a helpless broken mother and sisters, amazing group of friends who are not able to even believe this yet.
Thanks to the amazing courage and composure my husband showed in this moment of utmost grief, holding ground for everyone, standing by my daughter, driving down 200 kms to Villipuram to the accident site, following up with the legal formalities and hospital and bring the child in ambulance and handing over her to relatives who were clueless. My daughter showed an extreme sense of understanding of the situation, holding tightly and answering people and still trying to fight back her own pressures of the situation.
I only wished I was there to hold my daughter Aishwarya tightly when she needed me and have one last glimpse of my foster child Manasa.
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| with my foster child Manasa... |
I desperately wish this was just a bad dream and nothing happened. Time only can heal us
Miss you Munni.....Love you so much little angel.
