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!