Do the events in life oblige to individual's plan? A slight deviation does not make one shudder but how should one feel when it totally reverses the direction? One begins suspecting our intelligence and wisdom or one can place the balance on destiny. The small world we live in determines the people we would meet and interact. Relationships are established and developed only within such group with a positive attitude. But these are mere presumptions. We may pat our back or praise our intelligence if events match our presumptions but we blame others if our presumptions prove false.
Sangya's happiness did not last long. It made us feel that punishments of our sins in previous births got crowded in this life. So much of suffering, humiliation, awe, helplessness, neglect, stupidity, volleys of abuses, I hadn't encountered them in my entire life. I experienced all that, we normally see in old Hindi films. I used to feel burdened how could this be in a world of highly educated people! I fail to find words to express what we suffered, a hell of the experience.
The court remains overcrowded with criminals and killers and amidst them, my daughter was waiting for her call with her eight-year young daughter for sin of loving a person. She still loves him and wants to live with him but her lover has been ‘converted’ into a husband who does not want to live with her. My granddaughter Ananya, has grown up and is able to suspect that there is some trouble though she is not able to decipher what kind of Kutti (quarrel) prevails between her father and mother which never gets resolved into Mitthi (patch up). Children never prolong their quarrels so indefinitely.
As for as, I am concerned I have been watching the ebbs and tides of life unaffected by surroundings around me. I do want to argue with many but not in the court on earth but in the court in heaven.
We are glad that our daughter resides with us and we are able to see her alive along with sparkling Ananya, always in a sportive mood. My old shoulders are strong enough to bear the two astride without feeling a burden of any kind. Along with this gladness a parallel pain, though invisible, persists. This can be gauged by only those parents whose daughters have either been eliminated by the in-laws or returned to their parents' homes. You too can feel the suffering by imagining my daughter to be your own. You won't need words to communicate the agony.
Sangya's happiness did not last long. It made us feel that punishments of our sins in previous births got crowded in this life. So much of suffering, humiliation, awe, helplessness, neglect, stupidity, volleys of abuses, I hadn't encountered them in my entire life. I experienced all that, we normally see in old Hindi films. I used to feel burdened how could this be in a world of highly educated people! I fail to find words to express what we suffered, a hell of the experience.
The court remains overcrowded with criminals and killers and amidst them, my daughter was waiting for her call with her eight-year young daughter for sin of loving a person. She still loves him and wants to live with him but her lover has been ‘converted’ into a husband who does not want to live with her. My granddaughter Ananya, has grown up and is able to suspect that there is some trouble though she is not able to decipher what kind of Kutti (quarrel) prevails between her father and mother which never gets resolved into Mitthi (patch up). Children never prolong their quarrels so indefinitely.
As for as, I am concerned I have been watching the ebbs and tides of life unaffected by surroundings around me. I do want to argue with many but not in the court on earth but in the court in heaven.
We are glad that our daughter resides with us and we are able to see her alive along with sparkling Ananya, always in a sportive mood. My old shoulders are strong enough to bear the two astride without feeling a burden of any kind. Along with this gladness a parallel pain, though invisible, persists. This can be gauged by only those parents whose daughters have either been eliminated by the in-laws or returned to their parents' homes. You too can feel the suffering by imagining my daughter to be your own. You won't need words to communicate the agony.
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