Me as Sheik Chilli in the eyes of my Mother

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Sheikh Chilli lived in dreams, building grand castles in the air, only to watch them disappear in a moment of excitement.

My mother would often compare me to Sheikh Chilli.
I must have been the same, talking big, dreaming endlessly, unaware of how fragile those dreams were. I do not even remember my words, but I do remember her laughter, light, affectionate, never dismissive.

And then, there were those quiet moments…

While she worked tirelessly, cooking, cleaning, caring for five children of all ages. I would sometimes catch her smiling to herself. Not at me, but for me. As if in her heart, she was already seeing a future I could not yet understand.

My mother Savitri Devi a very shy dancer is forced to move her feet on my Shagan ceremony in Panipat while a band plays on.

She never said much, but her silence was full of prayers.

From deep within, she was blessing me—asking for a life of health, dignity, and worldly success for her son.

But destiny had its own timing.

She did not stay long enough to see those dreams take shape…
to see me build, to see me grow, to see our inherited lands and homes flourish.

My father stood beside me in the world of action, guiding, supporting, shaping reality.

With my mother Savitri Devi and grand mother Karam Devi on my Shagan in Panipat

And my mother…
she remained my unseen strength, her blessings continuing, perhaps from heaven, quietly turning those once fragile “castles in the air” into something real.