Anniversary on March 3, 2008

Uma, Umadevi, is my inspiration, focus, and the reason for all my revelations here. What made me start revealing ? The inspirations from Uma , for sure ! Uma is the spirit in me. She makes me do all revelations.
A few days back, to be precise on 3 March 2008, we were discussing on the importance of the day. 3 March is a milestone for Uma, and for me too. The relevance for 3 March, for both of us , incidently, is same.

3 March of last year (2007) is important for Uma, for she landed up in this City on that day. So, it’s the first anniversary of her life here (with me too !). As you all would agree with me, such anniversaries are to celebrate. Yes, we did celebrate !

For me, 3 March is the day of my landing in this City. 31 years back, on March 3, I came here, for me to earn my living. On this 31 st anniversary, yes, I did celebrate it with Uma.
On 3 March 2007 was a rebirth for Uma, as she told me many a time. I too agree with her, and I am sure you too would agree with us during the course of my revelations to come.

Last day, on this March 3, as I told you, we had a unique grand celebration. However, only we two of us participated. Uma and her Maamman only; Only me and my dear Uma. Celebrations with spirits ! All with sparkling colours and rhythms; ending with a series of intimate bursting pleasures.

Uma, earlier on that day, while taking the breakfast, asked me “ Are all occasions to be celebrated ?”. “Yes”, I pulsed, without thinking any longer.
“Why Maamma ?” She fired the second round.
I couldn’t answer in a flash, but I said with a long pause, “We all, in our life, would have only a few occasions to celebrate. Why missing them ? “.

Uma is highly sentimental and emotional, but intellectual too. She talks, during our serious chats, like a philosopher. I felt many a time, that she is a well matured and saintly lady (or girl ?). But her looks wouldn’t approve of any of her intellectual beauty.

“Is that the reason to celebrate, Maamma ?” she exclaimed.
“May be, let’s make that ...“ I said, in my uncertainty . “We both have a common reason, .... that's good enough to celebrate ... and let’s make hay when our sun shines” .
“You are right Maamma. That’s what my Kunjamma does too” she changed over the track and continued.
“No ! Uma .... not now. Don’t pick up a wrong thread now. Your Kunjamma has her own reasons for all that. You, probably, misunderstood her. I stopped her from further dragging to the ditch. “Maamma, I know that lady. Don’t you remember the games she played ? I told you.... ”.
“Yes..Yes… Uma, now forget all those. You are in your heaven now . Are n’t you ? “. With a smile and pulling her over the shoulders to me, I put a stop on that chat thread. And that did, with her clamped lips.