Village Within Me

Today while  having morning tea beside my small garden me and my hubby talked about our up coming visit to my native town .We  will go there in summer vacations.Though after  sometime we got busy in our chores but deep in my mind there were so many memories springing up related to my days of my childhood and youth spend in my beautiful village.

It was  the  time when the life of village and villagers was so simple and pure .All people  had  few ancestors  who were the founder of this village and were closely relative to each other .The days i spent in my village were so beautiful .The people of my village then just like one family.There were many traditions who showed the love and unity of the people of that time 

If  any family wanted to built its house the young men of village gathered and took part in the building of this house volunteerly without taking any payment for this job as then it was considered   their duty to help their villagers in the way of  brotherhood and unity.

If some family was not able to bear the expenditures of  marriage ceremony the all people would give charity for this .In the season of harvesting men and women used to help in each other's work. 

The most interesting custom of the women of village  was that every noon after lunch they used to  take their mats and gather in the huge garden  of  village which was close to the fields and stream.ON the both sides of the stream were trees of various fruits.

During such gatherings ladies were used to talk about things of common interest ,their personal matters ,fashion along with jokes and laughter.Such gathering would end little before then evenings and everybody get back to home to cook and to take care of their cattle. After dinner gathering were held in the houses of  close relative.

I was six when my mother decided to get back to her village.Now i think how blessed that decision was because if i would not have live in village my memories would never have as rich and precious .

When i think about the days i spent in my house with parents it relives my soul ,my eyes get wetness of joy and peace ,in that house on the top of the hill blowing air was so friendly touching the depth of my soul delivering joy to my heart.Moon was so down as i can touch it if i raise my finger sky was so familiar trees were so mine and stream used to tell her all secrets without any hesitation 

Now after twenty four years thins are not same .People of my village became prisoners of their own souls just like people of the city formal  and  well mannered .Living under one roof cannot bring them close even,though every year i visit there but hardly spend fifteen days there .Rest other days i spend in city near my village where we take house on rent.because i miss my previous way of living so much.