Always Go Up — Because Ma Is With Me


My mother always wanted one thing — that I should always go up. Never stop. Always up.

My Thamma tells me even today, "Koyel, you must never break down. You must never look back. Never go behind."

My own birth mother is not here anymore. She is gone. I have no friends beside me. No one who loves me. Even my father is not beside me.

But my Jagat Janani Ma — Ma Kali — she is always beside me. If she was not there, I could never have come this far.

I only have two hands holding me — my Thamma and Dadu's hand... and Ma Kali's hand. Because of them, I have come this far.

They say borders are on maps. But the real borders are in our hearts — the border between giving up and going on.

My mother crossed her border when she left me. Before going, she gave me only one line: "Always go up." So I go up. Slowly, alone, but up.

This is my beyond border story — crossing my own pain. From loneliness to faith. From loss to strength.

And I am still going up, because Ma is with me.

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