A real gratitude for mother's day. On Tue, 12 May, 2026, 1:19 pm Rishabh Gupta, <[email protected]> wrote:
> Hello everyone, > > I have been part of this community for a while now — navigating retinitis > pigmentosa and building a life around it. This is something that happened > last week that I have been thinking about since. > > My mother had ligament surgery two weeks ago. She still can't walk > properly. > > Yesterday, we took her out anyway. Every place she wanted to see, we went. > Slowly. Patiently. No one checked the time. No one complained. > > The entire day, she kept apologising for needing help. "Careful." "Wait." > "Hold my hand." "Slowly." Tiny sentences. The kind people say when they're > afraid of becoming heavy in someone else's life. > > By the time we were driving back home, she went quiet. Then softly, almost > looking out the window more than at us, she said — > > "I'm not going out again until I can walk on my own. You all are facing so > much trouble because of me." > > And something inside me stopped for a second. > > Because I knew that sentence. Not from her. From me. > > I've said those words before. In different forms. To different people. > Sorry for needing help. Sorry for taking time. Sorry for being difficult. > Sorry for not being easy to carry. > > I looked at her and said — "Whenever you want to go somewhere, just tell > me. I'm not facing any trouble. Honestly… not even a little." > > She turned toward me slowly. "Really?" > > "Really." > > And then she smiled. Not a big smile. Not dramatic. Just that small, > relieved smile people have when they realise they are still safe to need > someone. > > That smile stayed with me longer than the entire day. > > Because standing there, I realised something I wasn't expecting. I > genuinely had not felt burdened once. Not while waiting. Not while walking > slowly. Not while helping her stand. Not once. > > And the second realisation hit even harder. It felt good to be needed. Not > important. Not praised. Needed. > > There's a strange warmth in being trusted with someone's weakness. A quiet > kind of meaning. The kind you cannot demand from life. The kind that only > appears when someone lets their guard down enough to lean on you. > > Maybe that's why love feels so heavy sometimes. Not because caring is > difficult. But because people spend so much of their lives trying not to > need anyone at all. > > Rishabh Gupta > Raipur, Chhattisgarh > > -- > Disclaimer: > 1. Contents of the mails, factual, or otherwise, reflect the thinking of > the person sending the mail and AI in no way relates itself to its veracity; > > 2. AI cannot be held liable for any commission/omission based on the mails > sent through this mailing list.. > > > Search for old postings at: > http://www.mail-archive.com/[email protected]/ > --- > You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups > "AccessIndia" group. > To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an > email to [email protected]. > To view this discussion visit > https://groups.google.com/a/accessindia.org.in/d/msgid/accessindia/CAOukPW-rR8YsZayh%3D18YdtTojqhZtmOSTZAYhhvB1521DMhBBw%40mail.gmail.com > <https://groups.google.com/a/accessindia.org.in/d/msgid/accessindia/CAOukPW-rR8YsZayh%3D18YdtTojqhZtmOSTZAYhhvB1521DMhBBw%40mail.gmail.com?utm_medium=email&utm_source=footer> > . > -- Disclaimer: 1. Contents of the mails, factual, or otherwise, reflect the thinking of the person sending the mail and AI in no way relates itself to its veracity; 2. AI cannot be held liable for any commission/omission based on the mails sent through this mailing list.. Search for old postings at: http://www.mail-archive.com/[email protected]/ --- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "AccessIndia" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion visit https://groups.google.com/a/accessindia.org.in/d/msgid/accessindia/CAOHSoMzoCvEuoi%2BWBEk0TCmn7UY8RUPh65KuCWFAdAiWVs0K4A%40mail.gmail.com.
