I  just  recovered  from  typhoid  fever  by the grace of Lord!  Days when i was recovering  were  often  full of of  memories . Laying  helplessly on bed ,looking at loved ones  wandering around me  while showering healing smiles and occasional hugs   made me realize  life is worth living  until now.
Still i had lots of time to  take walk in valley of  memory when  i lived with my  mom ,sister and father back in my native village .I had brother  too yes, but  he was mostly sore part  of our life (still we loved him). All  the maternal  relatives and other  people from village  were  also very close  to us. Life was simple  though not easy  sometimes but it's simplicity  had added  lots of beauty  in it . Despite of all  odds  we  were more than just happy.  Happy to have each other . Happy to be able to live in  heavenly village near our  own relationships. Love was shield  that  had protected us from being hurt  by  problems and uncertainty of life . I remember even than i never asked for more than that. Even  than i had belief that  If  we have love for each other  nothing  further is more essential .I  had  realization that  Love and connectivity  to loved ones  keeps life   serene and beautiful  and brings true meaning to it. Even than  i knew  that all the material  and diamonds of this world cannot  bring me one moment of True happiness . But one kind  ,honest smile  of my loved ones can enlighten my world.
May be i was meant to be and feel that way . So  i loved and wanted to have bit of love back always. Still it was not condition for my love for them . I was  made to love everything and all unconditionally . Sounds weird may be but this is reality and i am designed this way.
I strolled old photos and this image  made  those  days Alive before my eyes at once . It is taken when  hubby  and me went to visit my parents  first time after marriage. Mom  was under treatment  for tuberculosis . I though was separate  from her physical being still i felt she was more than 70 percent of me . It was not simple love .It was more than that . I had forced her and my younger sister to stay with me after marriage in my husband's home because i knew  my closeness can heal her soon . It worked and she was fine within six months almost. She left for her native home after recovering though my sister stayed with me for few years more later.
in this image we are sitting  on our traditional bed  with our mom. Such moments were most precious .We would  press her shoulder to comfort her and listen to her life stories.Sometime  stories were repeated  numerously still we would  love to hear them from her .We would shed tears and share smile meanwhile. 
 Mom was  loving and kind person. A  chosen  person to love all around her unconditionally . When she moved to her native town  she could have obtain  her own farm  from her father which was her birth right .But she preferred to relay on home garden so she can stay with her girls. We were center of her thoughts as she was center of our life . Her garden was hardly 12 by 15  still she would give away much of her harvest to friends and specially who she found needy .  
Whenever i think to write about her it seems  One post will not be enough to share what i have in my heart for her. She was hero of my life. Who inspired me to be what i am today.
In this image i have our first pet Mano the cat in my lap. She  was mother  and grandmother  of few .
Then only one kind of pets were common in our village. Dogs who could guard houses  along with  other domestic cattle .
Guarding dogs were not appreciated  as family members but they would stay outside in yard ,entering in rooms or touching  any 
stuff was strictly forbidden. No one had cats  there then. My maternal grandparents were  quite religious ,specially my my grandma was though bold and brave lady but was little superstitious . They had  no likening for pet as they believed  animals allowing in house spoils the sacredness  of a house.
Mano entered in our life accidentally .Mom  went to a funeral in village near and found  cat that was  wounded . She brought her home despite of all mumbling of her fellow travelers. She thought she would let her go once she is healthy but Mano seemed to loved her company and decided to stay . I remember how much grandma found this annoying and  left  while saying that she will not visit again until cat is thrown out. 
 
It took almost months to pursue  her that animals are also creatures of Lord and it is not possible that he forbid to love them. My grandpa and me both convinced her eventually. But it was decided that Mano  would not be around when grandma visit.Mano 's presence revealed  unseen part of mom's nature.She  would treat her like her own child. She never forgot to feed her at time.If she was away we both sisters were responsible for her.
First few months mom taught Mano how to behave and how to stay away from. Kitchen stuff and specially from  chicken. Only once in the beginning mano  disobeyed and drank milk from  the kettle but never attached on chicken. It was surprising that she would understand mom's scold or warning eye. She learnt fast .
We were more surprised to see that she would go to straight mom's bed and mom would let her sleep near her feet.
We saw growing friends of mano and mom. Sometimes we would feel jealous of  her.She was allowed to play with wool roll and spoil it  though doing same was punishable for us . Mom would spend sometime in whispering  to her ears.But Mano never learned speaking despite of her all efforts except "mewao".
Today when lots of knowledge about germs has added to my poor mind and I want to even think about touching an animal seems shivering.But back then when we knew nothing nor we had fear about any health issues.We played with her carefreely.
Knowledge and more knowledge burdens out heart and takes away our liveliness, how grieving!
I can write for hours today but it is almost time to evening prayer dear friends!
I will share about our few pets that we had time to time later.
Keep taking good care.blessings to all of you!