Rani’s daughter was a curious child by nature. She was brought into this world with her big wide eyes shining brightly and looking all around her. Rani lovingly called her daughter, Chitti (little one).
Chitti started walking at eight months of age and got into everything! She was a quick learner. Her favorite questions boiled down to three: who, what, and why.
Chitti’s curiosity was matched by her thoughtfulness. From a young age, she knew her mother was special. Chitti loved her mother and always wanted her within sight.
Chitti loved when her mother tucked her into bed and shared bedtime stories. In particular, she loved to hear stories about her grandmother. Chitti was very young when her grandmother passed away, and really only knew her through Rani’s eyes.
What was magical, was that Chitti’s grandmother sent messages to her in Rani’s dreams! So, Chitti often asked Rani if her grandmother had a message for her.
Rani loved sharing these messages with her daughter. Rani’s eyes would light up as she recalled memories and the love she had for her own mother. Anytime Rani told her daughter a story, she hoped to help Chitti remember the beauty of her heart and the wisdom of her soul.
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One day, Rani sat her daughter on her lap. She said, “Sometimes when I was a little girl, like you, I would crawl on top of my mother’s lap and ask her to tell me a story, just like you do!”
Chitti laughed with a wide grin as her mother hugged her tightly.
“Chitti, I never told you this story before about Grandma. One day when I was a little girl, a few years older than you are now, it was raining hard where I grew up and your grandparents didn’t have enough food to feed us that night. I had trouble sleeping that night and I overheard Grandma talking to Grandpa. Grandma said, ‘Our Rani never once complained she was hungry. I am proud of our little Rani.’ Chitti, it made me so happy to hear Grandma’s love when she said that to Grandpa. I still remember it today.”
Chitti smiled and hugged her mother.
Rani continued, “Grandma told me the story about invisible strings the next day at bedtime. We had a large meal that night. I want to tell you Grandma’s story about invisible strings.”
“What are invisible strings?” Chitti asked, as a twinkle began to light up her big round eyes, and a smile slowly spread across her little face.
“I asked Grandma that same question! Grandma said to me, ‘Rani, there are invisible strings that tug throughout the Universe. These invisible strings help you move through this world. They will help you when you have decisions to make and options to take. Rani, these invisible strings will lift you higher. You will learn as you grow up to go on and let go; to move on and sift through. Ranilu, these invisible strings tug at your heart. They will help you expand outward, show the world what you’re made of, and not remain hidden. You will feel these invisible strings when you observe people within their stories, traveling their story of life. Invisible strings will help guide you to remain open on the path that is only yours to take. These invisible strings will push and pull you to show up, step up, and shine your light. They will help you surrender to the wisdom within you. If you let them, these invisible strings will dance with you and encourage you to play and to explore. They are alive as you move with them. They are never too far away but always a mystery.’”
Chitti looked around. “I don’t see any strings, mommy!” She asked, “Where are the invisible strings, mommy?”
Rani answered slowly, “Wherever You create them, Chitti, wherever you create them.”
“But, I can’t see them, mommy,” Chitti replied, confused.
“They are not to be seen, Chitti. They are to be felt…”
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Chitti began to daydream as she tried to understand what her mother just shared with her.
“Chitti?” Rani said gently.
“Yes, mommy!” she answered.
“Grandma told me to give you a message last night in my dreams…”
“SHE DID?” Chitti squealed.
“Yes. Grandma said always believe in your big heart. Be good and do good. Don’t get upset for small things. Be patient. Reach out and touch someone’s heart. She said she is very proud of you, Chitti.”
“She’s proud of me, mommy? Just like she told Grandpa she was proud of you?”
“Yes, Chitti, just like when she told Grandpa; she is proud of you like that. And I am very proud of you, too.”
Chitti touched her mother’s heart and said, “I love you mommy. And Grandma loves you, too.”