It's been a month since I lost mama. Which makes it 30 days, 720 hours, 43,800 minutes and 2,592,000 seconds without her beautiful presence. They say time flies, it really does but there's an incessant sadness. I have no idea how did I get the patience to live a life that doesn't include her. There's pain, there's constant fear and misery. However there's a sense of contentment, a satisfaction that she's in a good place. A feeling that she's finally gonna get what she deserves - happiness and joy. She never had a great life, she struggled through it all. Yet she never gave up, not even when she was on bipap and doctors were not very hopeful. She fought her battle against this lethal disease. She kept on fighting until April 21, 10:30 am. She tried her best. She gave it all. My Mama jan was a warrior. She used to send us selfies from her isolation room with a victory sign. She used to send me voice notes saying, "I'm fine my love, don...