Letter From Nepal To Mother Teresa

By Kamala Sarup

Mother Teresa, I am happy and present to read this letter. Perhaps we were engaged in abstract love, which is what I have learnt from you.

I engaged myself to play with the love posted to me by you. This letter proved to be medicine in the moment. If I love anybody, it is you, you must be happy in this context. At the present time I am repeating this letter.

Mother Teresa! The definition of truth and ours is the same and I am to make the relationship more sensitive and delicate, it is certain. Love brings only positive results. I might win in love.

I know, we have been passing the time. Why doesn't life run according to our will?

Mother Teresa! We can dedicate to lead life only when we are experienced about it. I dared to introduce you to the meaning, depth, aim and dedication of love. It means I am mentally ready to make an agreement with pain and sorrow. We can't uplift ourselves beyond the definition of love. Love is love.

I reach to you. I am starting an independent journey. There is equal probability. The journey should not get stopped as there is no full stop of faith and love. If love should be considered as an undefined, this happens to be incomplete in itself and these can't be included in the measurement of love, love can have a number of definitions.

Mother Teresa, imagine yourself! Is not that love, the pain I bore for these many days you did come and the support? I talked extremely sentimental. You held my hand, when I met you in Culcutta when I was 14, and said "little girl Kamala, I love you, God Bless you" and began to insist to go out. We started walking and now I miss you. This life is reaching up to you and I too have been trying to inhabit into you being like a dear friend. Really you are the alternation of mine to become happy.

Mother Teresa, do you remember how we took a rest at your room? 'What a coincidence of our relationship!' I'm not in a state to tell you much though I want to. "Life is not that easy and either it's difficult without remedy which I merely talk about death and tension. Such imagination might be affecting me every moment and I am on the way of falling down slowly from the roof of my activeness.

This is my view. There is only a good woman, Mother Teresa; it is said - in the comparison with great women. Mine is only love for you. I have got many things to talk with you about.

I said, 'Mother Teresa, many transformations happened to me, all these happened through my status and certainly I have been able to reach the landscapes of life from one to the other. In the same course I have laid out the display of this sentiment near you.

In our relationship there is an agreement, belief and love". Sometime in the past, sitting at this very place I was delighted in the imagination to make the golden dreams of life come true. While we are on our journey, there comes a change but which will become a beginning journey for a second path. Maybe I have become too near. It might be hard for me to depart because of intimacy, who knows of the heart? This can be prolonged to any extent, this way, where I can't depart. This way the life which I am leading now and will remain alive forever.

Believe me, I love you. You see it, I shouldn't be away from you this way otherwise the remembrance will not be remain strong within me and I again become alone. No one has come so kindly in my life as you have. I feel whether the illusion of my passion has come into your feeling in that planted love? Alright; now I can write a long letter.

I keep watching at the shining moon. You love me as a good woman. I can give you love by heart with the help of which I can survive. It is compulsory need to accept someone's help to lead a life without pain. Mother, I am eager to inform you. I am really happy to see the day to day growing love relationship between you and me.

I thank you for such inspiration.' Now sitting on the top of the house, I am counting the stars in the sky, the age I passed and am trying to compose a poem for the successful betterment of forthcoming New Year. I would request you to compose a poem of peace. Mother, I hate wars, violence and terrorism. I know, I will stitch my heart and mind to start a good journey of cordiality.

Kamala is an editor for www.mediaforfreedom.com. Her specialties are in-depth reporting and writing stories on peace and anti-war issues, women, terrorism, democracy and development. Some of her publications include: Women's Empowerment in South Asia, Nepal; Prevention of Trafficking in Women Through Media; Efforts to Prevent Trafficking in for Media Activism. She has also written two collections of stories.

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