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 .
This was a beautiful story. Your Grandpa still having the handkerchief that your Grandma gave him, was a wonderful reminder for each of them of the love they share.
ReplyDeleteYou have a wonderful way of telling a story Baili. Too bad the handkerchiefs have been replaced by tissue. Does anyone make them anymore? The picture of the one that you posted was impressive.
ReplyDeleteYou write such good stories, this one sounds true.
ReplyDeleteSuch an interesting story, and incite to your culture, and the final sentence the perfect conclusion.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a little girl, we used to have beautifully embroidered handkerchiefs like those. But they did not have the "love significance" of handkerchiefs in your story.
ReplyDeleteI love the chiding of your grandpa to your grandmother. It makes me think of family and the bond between married folks. Interesting story Baili. And, yes it does seem like people are not as loyal to one another today. Or perhaps, we have been loyal and we are older and have slowed down to notice many don't share that feeling.
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Beautiful handkerchief image and the story as well. This story remind me to my beautiful auntie, she loved and collected a lot handkerchiefs, and I believed that there was a story in every single handkerchief.
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It's so interesting to learn of the significance of handkerchiefs in your culture, baili. I had no idea of this practice before reading your post. I'm glad you share stories like this; they help me become more familiar with a part of our world I would otherwise not know at all. Lovely post, although it is sad that the friendship of the two girls did not withstand the events that drove them apart. I think that is probably a universal story, one that happens around the world -- two friends in love with the same man and through bad luck or wrong actions are estranged forever.
ReplyDeleteThe handkerchief in the picture is exquisite. I used to embroider when I was very young but I never created anything as lovely as that.
ReplyDeleteHow interesting to read about the two girls, what a pity they don't speak, I presume they still don't.
ReplyDeleteThe hanky is beautiful and I recall doing work like that on white handkerchief when I was very young.
You are right about some relationships of today being like the tissue.
Oh Baili...how sad that those two best friends no longer communicate. I wonder who is telling the truth...the friend, or the boy?
ReplyDeleteIsn't it rather sad how so many friendships break up over a man...I have witnessed this kind of thing happening so many times throughout my life.🙁
Gosh, what a delightful tradition...the giving of a handkerchief to express love! It kind of reminds me of the the Knights here in the middle ages, who used to wear the colours of the lady they championed in the jousting tournaments.
Oh if only we hadn't lost those romantic gestures...now, men no longer even open doors for us, but let them slam in our faces! Lol
Still, I think perhaps that is due to the movement of "girl power" that has grown out of all proportion!😕
I absolutely agree with what you say about relationships being like the tissue today...all seem so disposable...after 40 years of marriage, my hubby and I are considered a bit of an oddity here!!
Have a magical day...
All my love and hugs ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
What a beautiful handkerchief! I would never blow my nose on it.
ReplyDeleteAs you say: "Toady we use tissues, delicate and disposable .And our relationships have become almost like them." Very sad.
What a lovely story. How sweet that the handkerchief represents love and sentiment from someone who cares for another.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful insight to the origin of the handkerchief Baili. You are truly gifted in your unique thoughts, thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI loved what your Grandpa would say to your Nana - such a sweet way of looking at a situation.
You're so right in your conclusions too xx
I love those handmade handkerchiefs
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Dear Baili - You are a good story teller weaving stories from your memory. I love the embroidery in the photo. I learned what a handmade handkerchief means in your culture. Embroideris must have been stitched one by one with love and affection. The last sentences are so powerful. Ironically stunning finish of the story.
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Um lenço como prova de amor... Uma história linda e muito bem contada.
ReplyDeleteUma boa semana.
Um beijo.
Such a beautiful story, what a joy to read! Love anything handmade and the flowers look so so pretty! Have a lovely week☺☺
ReplyDeleteYour stories are so wonderful. I hope you are well, sweet friend. xo
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this story.
ReplyDeleteThe handkerchief in the picture is quite beautiful.
I can remember many years ago all family members had cotton handkerchiefs and yes, some of them were beautifully made.
Of course these days we too use tissues …
All the best Jan
So beautiful. I love that a simple, everyday object has meaning and power. I have a small pile of handkerchiefs embroidered by my grandmothers, they are among my treasures.
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Love the story
ReplyDeleteI love how you share the stories of your life. This one was wonderful (except for the friends breaking up part) about the meaning of the handkerchief in your culture. I learn so much from you and appreciate what you share.
ReplyDeleteOh Baili, I enjoyed your story so. I feel bad for the friend who lost the boy she likes. And sometimes people try to separate loved ones from each other. That happens in life, and I think it's sad. I didn't know what the handkerchief meant in your village, and it's so interesting to hear about. You found one with red flowers, so I smiled when I saw the picture. The embroidery is exquisite on there, and it sounds like they are meant to show someone how fond they are for them. An expression of love.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your lovely story, Baili.
~Sheri
I love when you share your village stories, Baili! Young love stirs a range of powerful emotions that are hard to contain. The tradition of the handkerchief in your village is poignant and sweet. Your description of the boys dancing and the girls glowing reminded me of the shy sweetness of first love. I had to laugh at your grandpa's comment to your grandma. Long term marriages among my relatives were always fun to observe. When I was a small girl, I used to think that older people were old and had no fun. Then I found out how wrong I was ~ LOL Stunning last sentence, Baili! So much has become disposable in our lives, especially relationships. I hope that you have enjoyed a happy weekend together with your family!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely but rather sad insight into old village life. I had no idea handkerchiefs were viewed like this by young people, but I suppose really the hanky was a keepsake or memento. In England people used to give each other locks of their own hair.
ReplyDeleteA sad story about the two friends. I enjoyed reading about the significance of handkerchiefs in your culture.
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