SARADESHWARI ... 8
Holy Mother is not a dated personality to me. She is a living palpable reality. She can be seen even today, in dream, in vision and even in the real with eyes wide open, a veiled figure clad in white with face invisible, hidden behind her draped veil of the saree, drifting in and out at your most unfortunate moments when in the midst of misfortune you feel motherless. She is right there and unfailingly so each time lending her comforting presence by way of assurance that she has not left you even though you may often not remember her quite in the thoroughfare of life. But she never forgets her child, never.
Written by Sugata Bose
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