“10 years ago, Maa had a paralytic attack. My family told me, ‘One side of Maa’s body will always be paralyzed.’ I cried when I told Maa, ‘I’ll always care for you. I love you…’ and she couldn’t reply back. Maa would fondly call me ‘Bablu’ and I felt sad that I’d probably never hear her call me again. For a whole month, Maa lay in the hospital and battled through spasms. Day and night I prayed for her and promised myself, ‘I’ll dedicate my life to get Maa better.’ And when Maa was discharged, sh