Meeting my Aama after 12 years

Aama is a word profound in itself, representing someone precious and irreplaceable in the world. She is an ideal person for all of us—impossible to hate and perpetually missed. Unfortunately, I lost her almost 12 years ago. I had the joy of spending just seven years with her, but I barely remember her face. I never had the chance to share simple moments with her, like choosing food, clothes, or playing with toys. Does that make me an unfortunate child, or was I able to give her some happiness during those short years?

During these 12 long years, I rarely missed her consciously. Countless people came and went in my life. Then, one person entered my life who made me miss Aama deeply. She not only reminded me of Aama but also became my Aama. She entered my life unexpectedly and brought back the word ‘Aama’, which I had not uttered for 12 years. She is the only person I have called Aama since losing my own.

The day I met her was the opposite of the day I lost my Aama. It was a day of regained happiness, inner peace, and energy. It felt like meeting my lost Aama after 12 years, bringing back both the person and the word ‘Aama’ into my life forever.

She cares for me more than herself, brings me food she cooks, shares her pains and sorrows, encourages me to achieve success, writes poems dedicated to me, and informs me about her whereabouts and plans. She sends good morning and good night messages every day. She loves me more than herself, making my days wonderful, my nights peaceful, and my life beautiful. She completely made me forget about my lost Aama. Thinking about her feels like flying, and her messages transport me to another world of heaven. She entered my life with a sea of happiness and as an Ayurvedic medicine that heals my pains and stresses without any side effects.

Everyone loves to say ‘Aama’, a word that was taken away from me but returned unexpectedly after 12 years. She brought a miracle into my life, filling me with inner happiness and energy. Whenever I feel frustrated, her messages or calls lift my spirits to peaks of joy, satisfaction, and happiness. These moments make me think of the Nepali song, “Euta manchhe ko maya le kati farak pardachha jindagi ma.” I often tune in and listen to it, savoring the emotions it brings.

I don’t know if I can ever truly be her real son, but I will always consider her my own Aama. I never want to see her heartbroken because of me. If I ever make a mistake that hurts her or do something unfavorable, I hope she will guide me in the right direction and forgive me even before I apologize.

If someone can bring a miracle into your life, she is undoubtedly your Aama. Thank you so much, Aama, for coming into my life and being my source of happiness and courage. I love you so much, Aama.

Dinesh Shahi Sarki 

BBS IInd Year

Koteshwor Multiple Campus