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        my  hometown  Vadnagar.  She  did  not  get
        her own mother’s affection. At a tender
        age, she  lost my grandmother to the
        Spanish  Flu  pandemic.  She  does  not
        even remember my grandmother’s face or
        the comfort of her lap. She spent her entire
        childhood without her mother. She could not
        throw tantrums at her mother, as we all do.
        She could not rest in her mother’s lap like we
        all do. She could not even go to school and
        learn  to  read  and  write.  Her  childhood  was
        one of poverty and deprivation.
          Compared  to  today,  Mother's  childhood
        was extremely difficult. Perhaps, this is what
        the Almighty had destined for her. Mother
        also believes that this was God’s will. But
        losing her mother early in her childhood, the
        fact that she couldn’t even see her mother’s
        face, continues to give her pain.
          Mother did not have much of a childhood
        due to these struggles – she was forced to
        grow beyond her age. She was the eldest child
        in her family and became the eldest daughter-           The penance of the mother
        in-law after  marriage. In  her childhood,  she
        used  to take care  of the  entire  family and          makes her child the right
        manage  all  the  chores.  After  marriage  too,        human being. The mother's
        she  picked  up  all  these  responsibilities.
        Despite  the  onerous responsibilities and              affection fills her child with
        everyday struggles, Mother held the entire              affinity for humanity.
        family together with calm and fortitude.
          In Vadnagar, our family used to stay in a
        tiny house which did not even have a window,          struggles  overwhelm the  family  atmosphere.
        let alone a luxury like a toilet or a bathroom.       Both my parents carefully divided  their
        We used to call this one-room tenement with           responsibilities and fulfilled them.
        mud walls and clay tiles for a roof, our home.          Like clockwork, my father used to leave for
        And all of us - my parents, my siblings and I,        work at four in the morning. His footsteps would
        stayed in it.                                         tell the neighbours that it is 4 AM and Damodar
          My father made a machaan from bamboo                Kaka  is  leaving  for  work.  Another  daily  ritual
        sticks and wooden planks to make it easier            was to pray at the local temple before opening
        for Mother to cook food. This structure was           his little tea shop.
        our  kitchen.  Mother  used  to  climb  on  the         Mother was equally punctual. She would also
        machaan to cook, and the entire family would          wake up with my father, and finish many chores
        sit on it and eat together.                           in the morning itself. From grinding grains to
          Usually, scarcity leads to stress. However,         sifting rice and daal, Mother had no help. While
        my parents never let the anxiety from the daily       working she would hum her favourite bhajans

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