We Live in Love

 

We Live in Love

 

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose.

 All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

Helen Keller

You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe,

 deserve your love and affection.

Buddha

Love is shown more in deeds than in words.

Saint Ignatius

One is loved because one is loved.

No reason is needed for loving.

Paulo Coelho 

Way back in 1949-50, neighbourhood unrecognized unnamed Primary School of Master Brij Lal ji, as he was called, was Alma Mater of many of children of our Mohalla and so it was mine also. Sitting on jute mat, in a road side verandah, with a small one Anna Kiyadha-a small Brochure, we used learn to write Hindi, Punjabi and digital counting in English on a wooden Takhati-plate washed carefully AND covered with a thin layer of clay (Multani Mitti, Gachani in local dialect)   with a beautiful margin around. Loud reading alphabet and roar of tables was order of the day and also the Moharni (all vowels merged with consonents) without of course understanding the meaning nor it was in the syllabus but it looked like a song and everybody learnt it  quick. While in school at 1100 hours , I used so set my eyes towards Gurudawara Sahib side from wherefrom my mother “Bebe” as she was called, used to appear with a pitcher cold water bronze nickel polished glass of lemon sweet Shakanji: Masterji was aware of this and he would allow me to enjoy the drink even without asking. Those 2-3 minutes, mother and son both, sitting on feet on floor, with eye to eye contact, she counted every sip going down my throat, as if she was drinking herself, were an experience which I have not forgotten even after 76 years-the time enough for memories to fade away. I do not still know the definition of love, affection and purity: those were perhaps the purest moments of feelings called love which are cherished now in the times of stress. Another such moment was to take my food with my father in one thali-plate in the evening when he had all the time at his disposal which made the dishes tastier and filling too, in addition it was moment to smell his fragrance which I still remember even after his having left for Heavens forty-five years back.

Long Live Bebe and Baiji

 


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