There lived two girls back in my village .They were fast friends . One of hem was utterly beautiful and other was with ordinary features .Going to grab water from tube well , picking hay from fields , fetching woods for stove or attending ceremonies they would do everything together .
Many would envy their friendship .Some were Jealous of it.But they did not care about anyone and were happy to have each other as best friends . There were no secrets among them .
One day a young man came to village .He started to work on stone crushing machine and lived in village across the stream . Stream was source of great pleasure and ease for all the villagers as well as for workers from crushing machine. Workers would come to stream to bath and wash their clothes as living away from home made them to wash their clothing by themselves .
Stone crushing machines were near the bridge . Ladies of the village would go to the stream to bath and wash clothes everyday. But they would use part of stream which was almost in the middle of the village and quite far away from bridge.No worker had courage to go to side where there was any possibility of being women of village around .
I was less than ten years then. One of those close friend was my cousin .She might have been almost 16 or 17 years old ,same age was her friend.
One day we heard that both friends had arguments and broke up forever. It was unbelievable and shocking to know for all . I knew in coming years gradually their story.
They both ( ONE BY ONE )had fall in love with that same boy from the upper mountains .One day when one of them went alone to bring water ,she saw that ,that boy was running along the edge of water across the stream.She was impress with his masculine charm at first sight . She saw that he was trying to chase his towel which was flowing in the stream quickly and was heading to lower part of village where strangers were not allowed.
She picked up her water pot and left as she could not afford taking risk of being seen by any villager or her own male family member and scold her .Though had hided behind a tree trunk ,watched the young man grabbing his towel . When she returned and told her story to her best friend ,her friend seemed surprised but calm.
Months passed , One who had started to like the young man was in serious relationship and wanted to marry him.She would talk to the boy in sign language who would stand across the stream within bushy area so no man from village could see him.
One fine day when everybody was busy to attend a wedding ceremony ,she met with boy .For the first time they were meeting as closely . He swum to this edge to meet her though it was risky and could cause threat to his life.
While talking about their future girl noticed a handkerchief in the pocket of his jacket .She pulled it out immediately and was stunned to see that the handkerchief was one that carved her best friend with embroidery .
She asked him anxiously but he could not reply satisfactorily .She returned home broken heart .She thought that the boy was fooling her and was playing with both friends.She remained silent though and checked on her friend. She could not trace her meeting with that boy. Finally they had arguments and broke up.
I don't know true or false but people of the village assumed that she some how managed to make that boy have her handkerchief , just to create doubt among them and spoil their relationship.If it was true ,she had achieved her aim because her friend left that boy completely who tried hard to convince her that he does not know how that handkerchief reached in his jacket. Now i can only guess that she had used some kid to make it happen.
I guessed it because i grew up in village where handkerchief had so much value in expressing emotions of loved ones to each other. Women in spare time would do most elegant embroidery on plane handkerchief and gift to their loved ones ,Sisters would give to brothers ,moms to sons and husbands and young girls to their lovers secretly .They would give it to some kid and ask him or her to give it to one who they loved.
hand carved handkerchief were embellished with pretty flowers ,birds and name of taker and pray or love expressions as sentence! (image by Needle n thread)
Handkerchief back then was not to clean face or nose but to stare and remember your loved one. They were long lasting symbol of divine love .I remember my Nana(grandpa) had one of the oldest handkerchief and would say to grandma when they would argue over something "are you same who had given me this once"
During wedding ceremonies young boys would warp handkerchief to their hands proudly and would dance enthusiastically .Girls who made those would glow with shyness and love .
Toady we use tissues, delicate and disposable .And our relationships have become almost like them .