Was sick for sometime after vrindavan trip also and was under my moms love and care. Doesnt matter how much ever old you are, mom is always mom. She was treating me so much like a patient , not allowing me to carry my bag or water bottle also. She was little hesitant to speak in the reception for my admission and discharge as they gave some forms to filled n all . I had to do it but otherwise she was climbing up and down to get me juices and medicines as though she was younger. Worried about her health when I said I can manage, she said Im doing a Vaishnavi seva, why are you stopping me..huh ! At some point people learn to talk :) More than anything she was happy that she could be with me full two days. She wanted to share or rather chit chat with me so much , that she tried to use the fullest use of it. Wish I really know what would attract her in KC to help her.
She called me yesterday saying she was not well. Neither me nor my brother could accompany her to the hospital.To some extent she understands the situation, but she might have expected me or my brother to be with her. I felt bad. I was talking to her over phone every now and then but I Wish I be around her when she needs me.
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