My Two Years (Story of Transformation 6) Photo Story

My mother is a woman like no other. She gave me life, nurtured me, taught me, dressed me, fought for me, held me, shouted at me, kissed me, but most importantly loved me unconditionally. There are not enough words that I can say to describe just how important was my mother to me, and what a powerful influence she continues to be. 

Being a 'Fellow' of Teach For Nepal, was a choice that has been through the inspiration of my mother's life. The support and love she gave me was so unconditional, that helped me move on to this challenging and wonderful journey.

Today, on this very auspicious day (Mother's Day) I want to share some glimpses of my journey, borrowing the words of an American poet Mary Oliver, as at this moment I am feeling that I don't have much words on my dictionary to describe my two years of fellowship. This is the tribute to my mother for the values she has given to me and for the love she has showered me with which I share with my children. 

The Journey

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice-

though the whole house 

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

'Mend my life!'

each voice cried.

But you didn't stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do-

determined to save

the only life you could save. 

One day you finally knew

what you had to do,

and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice-

though the whole house 

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

'Mend my life!'

each voice cried.

But you didn't stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, 

and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn,

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice,

which you slowly
recognized as your own,

that kept you company,

as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,

determined to do-
only thing you could do

determined to save

the only life you could save