Goodreads asked Sanchita Pandey:

What mystery in your own life could be a plot for a book?

Sanchita Pandey This is one recent real-life incident which can be termed mysterious for anyone any day! I failed to recognize my own mother! She was critically ill and I went to meet her in the Intensive Care Unit of a hospital where she was admitted. As I looked around for her, every woman patient looked to me like my mom! They were all very old, frail, partially sedated, lying on the hospital bed with their eyes closed and the ventilator aiding them in breathing. I just could not comprehend what had happened to me. Standing in the center of the hospital room, I felt so little and gazed upwards to somehow seek God's assistance. Here, my mom of 82 years was so near to me yet so far -- the lovely woman who had fed me with love, educated me, always stood by me through thick and thin and to whom I actually owed my very existence. How was it that each of these women looked so much like my mother? What lesson lay beneath this predicament? After a while, I helplessly relented and asked the nurse on duty for my dear mother's address. I walked towards my mom's hospital bed and stood beside her. Yes! She was indeed the lovely old lady who had been my inspiration in life. She had lived a beautiful life... and so had all the other women in the room. They were actually alike in the kind of love they had shared and the bonds of relationship they had created. That day, stuck in dilemma, I lived a few moments of being a nobody looking for answers from the universe. And in those few moments of 'non-existence of self', I understood that mothers --- all mothers and my own very beautiful mother was far, far greater than I could ever understand in my life for the treasure of love they had shared with the world.
A few days later, my mother was no more. But I knew that I had to continue doing good work and practice everything she had taught me and stood for. I resolved that I would reach out for the stars with her blessings because that is where she would meet me now. In dying, she taught me that we are all essentially part of a single consciousness and after death, we are one with the Supreme Consciousness.

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