48.Why Should Only Sons Care for Parents? The Unspoken Struggle of Daughters in India

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In a country where traditions are deeply rooted and family values are celebrated, one question continues to echo in the hearts of millions of daughters — “Why can’t I take care of my parents in their old age?”
Why is it that a daughter’s love, responsibility, and emotional bond are overshadowed by social expectations? Why must she always prioritize her husband’s parents while being told to distance herself from her own?

It’s time we reflect on this emotional and societal imbalance that continues to exist even in modern India.

The Emotional Bond That Never Fades

A daughter may leave her home after marriage, but her heart never truly detaches from her parents.
She still worries about her mother’s health, her father’s loneliness, and the home where she grew up. Yet, society constantly reminds her — “You belong to another family now.”

This mindset hurts deeply. A daughter nurtured with love and care suddenly becomes an outsider to her own parents. She is expected to fulfill all duties for her in-laws but is silently judged if she wishes to do the same for her birth parents.

Isn’t love supposed to be equal?
Does marriage erase her right to be a daughter?

Cultural Expectations vs. Emotional Reality

Indian culture has always celebrated the bond between parents and children. But when it comes to caregiving responsibilities, there’s an invisible gender divide.
Sons are seen as the “caretakers” of parents, while daughters are expected to transfer their loyalty and service to another household.

However, real life tells a different story.
In countless homes, it is often the daughters who emotionally, financially, and physically support their parents — whether married or unmarried. Many parents find true comfort and empathy only in their daughters, who understand their pain with unmatched sensitivity.

Yet society rarely acknowledges their sacrifices.

When Responsibility Becomes a Right

Taking care of parents is not a gendered duty; it’s a human responsibility.
Every child — son or daughter — has an equal moral and emotional right to be there for the people who gave them life.

When a daughter contributes to her parents’ well-being, it should be seen as her right, not a favor.
She doesn’t do it out of obligation but out of gratitude, love, and connection.

Unfortunately, traditional mindsets still treat daughters’ support as interference — as though she’s breaking boundaries or disrespecting her husband’s family.

But caring for one’s parents doesn’t reduce respect for in-laws. It simply balances compassion and fairness.

The Modern Daughter: Balancing Two Families

Today’s women are strong, independent, and emotionally intelligent.
They handle careers, homes, children, and family relationships with grace.
They contribute equally to the household — financially and emotionally — and yet, many face criticism if they wish to take care of their own aging parents.

Why this hypocrisy?
If a husband can take care of his parents without judgment, why can’t a wife do the same?

In many cases, daughters even provide more emotional support to their parents than sons who live far away or remain uninvolved. Still, society chooses to overlook this truth.

It’s time we redefine equality not only in workplaces but also within families.

The Silent Pain of Aging Parents

Another painful reality is the helplessness of parents who depend emotionally on their daughters.
They fear reaching out for help, knowing society might question their daughter’s loyalty to her marital home.
They suppress their needs, suffer in silence, and often say — “We’re fine, don’t worry about us” — while struggling with loneliness and health issues.

Is this the price of giving birth to a daughter?

In truth, many parents today are breaking this mindset. They are proud to accept care and support from their daughters. But societal judgment still lingers, forcing many to hide their daughter’s efforts out of fear of gossip or blame.

What Needs to Change

To bring real equality, we must change the conversation — at home, within marriages, and across generations.

  • Encourage both sons and daughters to share caregiving responsibilities.

  • Normalize daughters visiting, supporting, and living with their parents when needed.

  • Educate husbands and in-laws to see their daughter-in-law’s parents as extended family, not outsiders.

  • Teach children that love and responsibility are not divided by gender.

A daughter’s care for her parents should be celebrated, not criticized.

A Daughter’s Love is Not Conditional

Love doesn’t recognize “his” parents and “her” parents.
When a daughter takes care of her parents, she is simply continuing what she’s done since childhood — caring, supporting, and loving unconditionally.

She’s not doing it out of rebellion or disobedience. She’s doing it because her heart refuses to forget where she came from.

A daughter can be an ideal wife, a loving mother, a caring daughter-in-law, and a devoted daughter — all at once. Society just needs to allow her that freedom.

Conclusion: Love Beyond Boundaries

Let’s stop defining duties by gender and relationships by social norms.
Let’s start valuing emotions, fairness, and empathy.
Every daughter deserves the right to care for her parents without guilt, judgment, or permission.

After all, parents never distinguished between their children when they gave love, food, or education.
So why should daughters be denied their right to love back the same way?

It’s time India opens its eyes —
Because a daughter’s love is as pure, strong, and rightful as a son’s.

12. A Sleepless Night and a Journey of Love

12. A Sleepless Night and a Journey of Love: A Mother’s Day Before Maramma Jatrehttps://mysticalmomworld.com/feeling-like-the-odd-one-out/

A Sleepless Night and a Journey of Love

 

Some days in a mother’s life are not just busy – they are unforgettable journeys of love, patience, and strength. Last night was one such day for me. We had slept very late, almost around 1 AM, yet by 6 AM, I was up again. The alarm clock was my mind itself – reminding me that I had to send my elder daughter to school and my husband to the office. No matter how tired I was, my heart didn’t let me rest because my family’s day had to start smoothly.

Morning Hustle Before Maramma Jatre

I prepared breakfast and packed the snacks box for my elder one. She had only a half day at school since it was Maramma Jatre, a local festival that brings spiritual energy and cultural celebration to our town. My little angel woke up with sleepy eyes, rubbing them gently as if pleading for five more minutes of sleep. But as always, her sweet smile and cheerful spirit made the morning brighter. We laughed, teased each other, and started the day with joy instead of rush.

Soon, my elder one and husband left for school and office, leaving me with my younger one still fast asleep. That peaceful silence – right after everyone leaves – is something every mother knows. I used it wisely to finish my packing, as that very day we were leaving for our hometown.

The Packing Marathon

“Oh God,” I kept saying to myself, “there’s so much to pack!” Every mother has this invisible checklist in her head, yet somehow we always feel something is forgotten. I wanted to ensure everything was perfect, from clothes to medicines, from kids snacks to chargers – every detail mattered because the journey was 14 hours long by train.

My husband was advised by the doctor not to lift heavy luggage, so I divided everything smartly into two trolleys, one tuck-back bag, and a laptop bag. It might sound simple, but the mental load of remembering every small thing for a family trip is enormous. Yet, as mothers, we carry it with pride.

By afternoon, my elder one returned from school. I decided not to go to the shop that day – family came first. I fed both my kids a wholesome lunch and started preparing homemade food for the train journey. I wanted them to eat healthy, comforting meals – something warm from home, not station food.

A Quick Dash for Gifts and Goodbyes

In the middle of this chaos, I realized I needed to buy a gift for my niece. So I took both my kids and went out shopping. Thankfully, we finished everything within 20 minutes! Back home, I made sure the house was clean, all switches turned off, gas checked, and things safely locked before leaving for 10 – 11 days.

It’s funny – every time I leave my house, I whisper a little prayer: “Deva, protect this home, and bless our journey.”

The Rush to the Railway Station

Our cab arrived right on time. My husband was to meet us directly at the station after work. The cab driver drove quite fast, overtaking vehicles as if we were on a racetrack. In a calm yet firm tone, I told him in kannada, “Anna, namge urgent yenu ella” (Brother, we’re not in a hurry). He smiled and slowed down. It was a small but beautiful moment of human connection – a reminder that respect and kindness always travel faster than speed.

We reached the station about half an hour before my husband. I waited with my daughters in the waiting hall, watching people rush around – some emotional goodbyes, some excited reunions, and some, like me, holding onto both children and luggage, managing everything in silence.

The Challenge of Luggage and Steps

When my husband arrived, I asked him to just hold the kids hands while I managed the luggage. I was shocked when the coolie asked for almost the price of our train ticket to carry our bags! Without hesitation, I decided to carry it all myself.

There were 28 steps to climb – two trolleys, a tuck-back, and a laptop bag – and I carried them all, one by one. My husband watched with pride and a little worry, but I felt empowered. At that moment, I wasn’t just a mother or a wife – I I was my own strength. When we finally reached our platform, I took a deep breath and silently thanked Lord Ganesha for the energy.

A Train Ride Full of Emotions

Once we boarded the train, everything seemed to settle. The rhythmic sound of the train wheels always has a magical way of calming the mind. My parents kept calling repeatedly, insisting that they would pick us up and that I should drop them and take the car. I said “No,” even though my parents were heartbroken. It’s strange how love sometimes means saying no for the right reasons.

As the train started moving, my kids said they were hungry. I opened the food boxes I had packed lovingly – rotis, sabji, some sweets – we shared our meal as the train swayed gently. There’s something sacred about eating food cooked with love during a journey – it feels like home even when you’re miles away.

Motherhood Never Sleeps

After dinner, I helped my daughters settle into their berths. The younger one struggled to fall asleep, tossing and turning. It was past 2 AM, when she finally dozed off. I couldn’t open my laptop or do any pending work. My husband and I kept a close watch on our elder one, who was sleeping alone on the opposite berth. She’s 7 now – independent but still our baby. We both made sure no one disturbed her and that she didn’t roll off the seat.

As the train moved through the silent night, I stayed awake, gazing at the dimly lit compartment. I saw people of every kind – some kind-hearted, some with rough behaviour, some unhygienic, some caring. Each face told a story, each story a reflection of humanity itself.

Somewhere between exhaustion and contentment, I realized – a mother’s journey never pauses. Even in sleepless nights and heavy luggage, in forgotten items and endless checklists, there’s a quite beauty – the beauty of giving without expecting.

Reflections of Gratitude

By morning, I was still awake but my heart was full. Watching my family sleep peacefully – my husband beside me, my daughters in their blankets – I felt blessed. Life might be tiring, but it is also tender. Every challenge, every sleepless night, every bit of struggle brings us closer to the meaning of love and responsibility.

This was not just a train journey – it was a journey of motherhood, a story of endurance and care that  every woman silently lives through.

And as the first rays of dawn touched the train window, I whispered a silent prayer to Mahadev – “Thank you for the strength, thank you for this love.”

Takeaway:

Every day in a woman’s life is a story of divine balance – between duty and love, strength and softness, self-care and sacrifice. Whether you are traveling, working, or just managing your family’s routine, remember – you are enough, you are strong, and your journey itself is sacred.

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9.A Family Day & Maramma Jatre

A Family Day & Maramma Jatre

A Family Day, Funfair, and Simple Joys-Ordinary Turns Beautiful

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A Family Day & Maramma Jatre

 

A Simple Saturday Morning of Togetherness

The day began at 6:00 AM – a rare, calm morning where neither my husband nor daughter had school or office. That itself felt like a blessing! We began our day with a cup of streaming filter coffee, sharing light-hearted conversations that set the perfect tone for the day. There is something magical about mornings when everyone is relaxed – no rush, no alarms, no deadlines, just laughter and aroma of fresh coffee filling the air.

A Family Day, Funfair, and Simple Joys-Ordinary Turns Beautiful

 

Our darling daughters woke up soon, full of energy and ready to explore the new day. My younger one got busy with her slime, while I helped my elder daughter prepare for her online science test and the upcoming Science Olympiad scheduled for Monday. Teaching her and watching her curiosity grow always fills me with satisfaction – motherhood is indeed a journey of rediscovering patience and love every single day.

Breakfast Bliss – The Beloved Poha

Breakfast that day was made by my husband – a beautiful plate of Poha, a light yet satisfying dish cherished across South India, Maharashtra, Karnataka, and Andhra Pradesh. Known by different names like Kandha Poha, Avalakki, or Atukula Upma, it’s more than a recipe – it’s comfort food wrapped in nostalgia.

If you’ve never tried it, here’s our family-style Poha recipe:

  1. Rinse flattened rice (poha) lightly and keep aside.
  2. In a pan, heat oil, add mustard seeds, curry leaves, and green chillies.
  3. Toss in chopped onions, a pinch of turmeric, and salt.
  4. Peanuts are optional here.
  5. Add the poha and mix gently.
  6. Garnish with coriander, lemon juice, and some freshly chopped onions in case you want Kandha Poha.

Simple yet divine – that’s the magic of Indian breakfasts!

Shop, Study and a Little Bit of Devotion

After breakfast me and my elder one headed to our shop. As always, I began by cleaning the space and lighting the diya (lamp) – a small ritual that connects me to the divine energy of Lord Ganesha and Maa Lakshmi, this keeps the place positive. While I organized things, my daughter continued her preparation for the science test.

Afternoons are often quiet, and by lunchtime, we were ready for a break. None of us had the energy to cook, so we decided to step out for a hearty South Indian lunch.

A Hearty Lunch and Family Conversations

We found a cozy restaurant near by and ordered our favourites – Masala Dosa, Rava Idli, South Indian Meals, and Onion Dosa. Though my dish didn’t turn out as I expected, I still finished it with gratitude – after all, wasting food never feels right. Sometimes it’s not about the flavor, but about the time we spend together that truly satisfies the soul.

We returned home, the kids started playing while I dozed off for a quick 10-minute bean bag nap. My husband got back to his work calls, and the house buzzed with gentle chaos – laughter, typing sounds, and the smell of coffee brewing again.

Evening Calm and Waiting at the Shop

Evenings bring their own rhythm. After our coffee, I returned to the shop to attend to my client – a sweet 9-year-old girl. Helping her brought me so much joy; I love working with children because their innocence reminds me why I chose this path.

But soon after, the place fell silent. No more clients walked in. I waited until 9:0 PM, and finally decided to close for the day. By the time I pulled down the shutter, it was 9:45 PM. The roads were crowded because of the Maramma Jatre – a grand festival and funfair happening near our home.

The Divine Maramma Jatre

The Maramma Jatre is a 3-day festival that fills our neighbourhood with lights, sounds, and devotion. Thousands of people gather together to celebrate Goddess Maramma, believed to be an avatar of Maa Parvati, the embodiment of divine feminine energy.

Maramma represents the power to protect, heal, and destroy evil – a fierce yet motherly form of Shakti. The sight of devotees singing, dancing, and offering prayers is beyond words. It’s an experience that makes you feel small in front of divine power yet deeply connected to it.

Late-Night Fun and Childlike Joy

When I reached home, my kids were already bubbling with excitement, ready to visit the funfair. Though it was already 10:20 PM, we decided to go since it was just a minute away. The atmosphere was electric – bright lights, colourful music, cheerful music, aroma of roasted corn and cotton candy, and smiling faces everywhere.

We rode the toy train, played ring and ball games, and laughed endlessly. I must confess – I’m a little scared of these rides, but watching my kids enjoy made it all worth it. Sometimes courage means smiling through fear just to see your children’s happiness.

The kids also played with toy cars, won prizes, and insisted on buying a LED writing tab. On our way back, they spotted a small vendor selling Pepe wind instruments – loud, funny, and loved by every child. I used my bargaining skills here, and luckily the seller reduced the price since she didn’t have change to return.

We stood there for a few minutes, letting them enjoy the sound – because once home, it would be too late and the neighbours asleep. Their laughter echoed under the moonlight – that sound alone made the whole day worth living.

The Night Ends with Gratitude

By midnight, we were finally home. My husband and I had dinner together while the girls played for a while longer. Soon we had to gently convince (and then firmly insist!) them to sleep.

As I tucked them into bed, my mind reflected on the day – a simple day with ups and downs, only one client at the shop, tired feet, a few missteps, but hearts full of joy. Watching my kids sleep peacefully after such a happy night filled me with gratitude.

Sometimes, happiness isn’t grand plans or achievements. It’s in sharing coffee with your partner, watching your children laugh, tasting imperfect food with a full heart, and ending the day with divine blessings nearby.

Reflections

Life doesn’t always go as planned. Some days are busy, others quiet. But every day offers small miracles – if only we pause long enough to notice them.

From morning coffee to Maramma Jatre lights, from a single client to children’s laughter – this day was a gentle reminder that joy is never missing; we just need to see it differently.

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7.When Faith Lights the Lamp: A Day Blessed by Lord Ganesha

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 When Faith Lights the Lamp: A Day Blessed by Lord Ganesha

 

Morning Grace and Divine Blessings

The day began a little later than usual – I opened my eyes at 5 a. m. instead of my usual meditation hour. For a moment, I felt a wave of guilt, but I soon reminded myself that Lord Ganesha’s blessings flow at all times, not just during meditation.

So, with that faith and devotion in my heart, I sat quietly for a few minutes, expressing gratitude and whispering, “Whatever time you give me, my Lord, I’ll fill it with love.”

The stillness of dawn turned into gentle movement as I began working on my laptop. Soon after, my elder daughter and husband woke up to get ready for their swimming session. While they were away, my world revolved around morning preparations – breakfast, lunch box, ironing clothes, and arranging things for their day.

Every small act felt sacred, like an offering to the divine through my family. When they returned, they got freshen up and offered Surya Arghya – water to the rising Sun – and prayed together. My heart felt lighter. Faith filled the home. My elder one and her father left for school and office respectively. I whispered , “Ganesha, guide them today.”

The Joy of Simple Devotion

Once my younger daughter woke up, her laughter filled the home. She played while I squeezed in bits of work between her giggles. Later, we both prayed together, a ritual that centres my soul every day.

I packed her bag with her favourite snacks – fresh pomegranate and a few dates – and we headed towards my shop. Before lighting the lamp there, I cleaned every corner. Since few days, I feel cleaning is also a form of prayer. It’s about preparing the space for positive energy and divine guidance to flow freely.

As the golden flame flickered before Ganesha’s idol, I said softly, “Remove all obstacles, bless this place, and guide every person who enters here.”

The Divine Sign Through a Client

That morning, two clients came in. I treated them with full attention, offering my best not just as a professional but as someone doing seva – selfless service.

One of them worriedly mentioned something that caught my heart. He said, “Your shop board isn’t visible. People nearby don’t even know such a place exists.”

In that moment, I felt an inner click – a divine whisper from Lord Ganesha himself. The remover of obstacles was gently showing me the hidden one. I smiled in gratitude, my eyes were filled with tears.

The client suddenly asked, “What happened? Did I say anything wrong?

I turned back to him and said, “The shop here exists since 9 years, and every other shop person had come here to introduce themselves. My place used to be full of clients, waiting for their turn. Recently since a year, even I felt weird that everybody was behaving as if I don’t exist here at all. I ended facing employees leaving the job here and not turning back. There was no client flow, it just stopped suddenly. Even if someone would enter then they would go back taking the services for free. Now I am the only worker here, who owns the shop and renders the services to the clients.”

The client was shocked to here this. His wife after the treatment said, “God bless you”. For months, I’ve faced hurdles – financial struggles, emotional, exhaustion, and low footfall at my shop. Despite good services, people took advantage, and the flow of clients almost stopped. But yesterday, something changed. I felt faith turning into action – a subtle yet powerful transformation.

Faith, Energy, and Universe Support

I don’t know if it’s the spiritual bracelet my friend suggested, the upcoming Sarpa Pooja for family peace, or simply Lord Ganesha’s grace – but everything seems to be aligning now.

Even my friend who guided me about the stones and prayers feels heaven-sent. Her advice comes at the right time, like divine instructions whispered through kind people.

Every block is revealing itself. Every problem is showing it’s solution. Truly, when you trust the universe, it responds with miracles.

Home, Harmony, and Healing

By noon, I returned home. My younger one slept peacefully, giving me time to clean up the house – the chores I couldn’t finish earlier. As I cooked lunch, I felt gratitude flow through each simple act – stirring food, wiping a counter, folding a dress.

When my elder daughter came back from school, both kids sat for lunch. Like every mother, I had to lovingly persuade them to eat. Parenting, I’ve realized, is also a divine duty – and surrender.

Evening arrived with laughter and learning. My daughter practiced skating, gliding beautifully on the street, while I stood smiling with pride. Though I dream of enrolling her in MMA, tennis, or professional skating, for now, I teach her what I can. And she learns with faith – just like me.

Evening Prayers and the Flame of Hope

At dusk, we lit the evening lamp together. The house glowed with golden light, and my heart whispered, “Thank you, Lord Ganesh, for another day of your blessings.”

After prayers, we played “Catch me if you can,” laughter echoing through the walls. Soon my husband returned from work with warm fritters and a tired smile. We shared tea, small talk, and quiet gratitude.

The Night of Reflection and Divine Peace

That night, I went back to the shop. A man came in with his mother, suffering from complications due to bad treatment elsewhere. The session took nearly three hours. Every moment, I prayed silently, “Let your healing flow through my hands, Ganesha.”

After the session, as I gave him care instructions, his mother blessed me. I felt the divine touch again.

While cleaning up, a relative called – someone I hadn’t spoken to in a long time. We talked for an hour while I finished my tasks. Maybe even that was Ganesha’s way of reconnecting bonds that had faded.

By midnight, after tidying up and placing everything in order, I went to bed. My husband’s friend had dropped by, and they chatted briefly. When the lights finally went out, a soft, peaceful silence filled the air.

Faith That Shines Through Darkness

Before sleep took over, I could feel something beautiful around me – positivity, calmness, and divine protection. It felt like Ganesha’s gentle presence whispering, “You’re not alone; I’m clearing your path.”

Maybe I closed my eyes, I said softly: “Om Gan Ganapataye Namaha. Thank you for guiding me, blessing me, and reminding me that when faith lights the lamp, no darkness can stay.”

 

Final Thought

Faith is not about everything being perfect. It’s about believing that everything is happening perfectly – according to divine timing.

If you believe in divine magic, share this story with someone who needs hope and light today.

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