Beloved Sri Devi,

When your son was little, you never missed a single moment of his childhood. Then, he turned into a handsome young man, finding his own space in the world.

And this, perhaps, was the hardest part of motherhood — letting the little bird fly free. Yet you did it with grace, even if you had to remind yourself a few times that letting go is also love.

But what next? This new life, one without responsibilities, felt alien.

For a while, you tried many things — new hobbies, fresh experiments — though nothing really took shape. Those around you began to raise their brows at your ever-changing pursuits. You had become Chanchala — the one who keeps moving; never still.

To you, though… exploring many paths, listening to what feels close to your heart, and having the courage to drop what doesn’t — that is how purpose revealed itself.

And finally, clarity dawned.

• Sounds gave you headaches — so videos were out too.
• You cherished your quiet space — so life coaching went out too.
• You loved creating comics, but they devoured your time — so you slowed down.

Through it all, though, just one flame kept returning, growing stronger each time. Something that stood the test of time… since childhood — writing.

Lo and behold! Chanchala found her stillness.

Henceforth, Sri Devi shall rise to face the Ignorance Asura with the pen as her weapon. She knows the battle is impossible, yet with faith in the Divine, she walks on — withdrawn yet creating.

Love,
Self

Disclaimer: These “Letters to Self” are open letters I write to myself. They are personal reflections and truthful confessions — expressions of my inner thoughts, feelings, and experiences at the time of writing. These posts are not advice, instructions, or universal truths; they are simply my own explorations and perspectives.