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Guess when the mouth is closed the heart pours out😀😀.. Got it?
What a warm note you all have penned.
Once upon a time meeting family was so easy , so accessible. We took it for granted and now it’s years ,matybe decades when family gets a chance to meet up. With the passage of time maybe our kids wouldn’t get even that opportunity..
It is for our generation to keep the flame burning because we have enjoyed those times and we know how lucky we have been.
You feel so rooted when you know There is a Family behind you. Like all daughters I too shared my mother’s mind. We read stories together, tended the garden together, nurtured the pets together and cooked together. She wrote poems and inspired me to add meat to them… and suddenly one day she was gone making my world dark and devastated. It was then that Khudi’s, dadas and badama came to Gadarpur and meleed around us as if soaking up all the pains. That’s when I I realised the relevance of our culture, our dos and don’ts and the importance of being part of a larger entity..I also realised in a short span of thirty years what a bonding Ma had forged with her co sisters, her brother, her sisters, … it’s been thirty four years since she has gone and twentytwo years since Bapa has passed, we have got from everyone only kindness, illimitable love, good words, thoughtful gestures, no grouse or grudge whatsoever. Our parents in their conduct and character taught us these silent essentials that no preacher from his pulpit could ever convince We SSG family are indebted to this beautiful memory bank they created and left behind for us. There were challenges . They fought their battles, lthey struggled individually yet there was such understanding, respect, love …. Incomparable. And no bickering, backbiting whatsoever.
Dada Khudi being in Delhi with Bapa, Amulya Khudi, Kunukhudi climbing the high steps of Puri dharma dhana three times a day to keep pinda, Pramila Khudi crying uncontrollably from Talcher over phone Badama deeply hugging and consoling… Badabapa sitting head hung at Puri , tears rolling down .. whispering Purnare, Purnare… how can I ever forget.
This is such a huge huge legacy they have left behind for us. More. Precious than any amount of wealth…
Let’s be rekindling that intimacy whenever we can… That will be our sincerest homage to them. The rest inevitably Time and Spac will take over…
I felt so nice and peaceful that evening.
Thank you, Luda, Subi..
