MY MOTHER


 My mother Shyamali Gupta is a person to be mentioned and respected. A hardcore believer of God with spiritual strength and soft heart. Being philanthropist by nature she faced a lot of Struggle after marriage. She faced a lot of hardship in a hostile atmosphere.With her inner strength and courage she crossed every hurdle winning God's love and blessings.

A hardcore believer of Astrology, everytime she speaks of Prarabdha and karma.Man makes his own destiny- this is the mantra of her life. Later she became the disciple of Belur Math,Swami Ranganathanandaji .

A huge number of people rely on her strength and kindness.Being her only daughter I love her a thousand times more than the humanity. She is my strength and Support. 

Her ethnic handworks are uniquely great and she has a Diploma in knitting. 

Whenever I got depressed she lifted me up gaining back my inner strength.She is my life and even I cannot think of losing her . Without talking to her my life seems to be a ruin and I really Don't know what I will do when she will visit her celestial abode. 

My father always found strength in her throughout his life and she went out of her ways to fight and regain the paradise everytime our family faced any loss.

Her patience deserves to be mentioned in history. She is so unique and follows the path of righteousness even at the time of big crisis which cannot be denied. She is nurturing a huge positive mind in which the whole world can take refuge.

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