(Written in the loving memory of Bhagwan Shri Satya Sai Baba often referred as Swami)
When I entered this kindergarten, I wept (my birth). I wailed and demanded that I may not be separated from my mother.
My mother, the most affectionate one that she is, decided to come with me to the school (Swami was there with me since the time I could remember). I was bamboozled by the vagaries of this world and was caught in an illusion.
My mother, very silently but still supporting, watched over my progress. Whenever I visited her, she caressed me, guided me, and fondled me (In Puttaparti, Brindavan, and in Kodai).
I gradually gained insight and started making progress on the path that she wanted me to tread (through her discourses, bhajans, and activities). I fell but with her love in my mind, I stood up again. She was always there with me—physically, mentally, and soul-ly.
A few days back, she decided that I can take on the challenges of this training alone and satisfied she returned home (Swami left this earth).
Now, I must not fail her. I must not keep failing and making myself available to be taught the same lesson again and again (birth-death cycle). My task is to make sure that whenever they declare the result (I leave my body), I pass it with flying colors and my flight lands me straight into the welcoming arms of my mother.
Don’t worry mother. I will come and rest with you in peace! Amen!