To laugh a little bit harder....
To dream a little more wilder...
To live with a lot more spirit and
To die with a lot more content
Is my untold story, nobody ever listened to.
She was a 21 year old woman, raised to live with humility. To not think about beauty as though she possessed it. Marriage to her was not about an adrenaline gush. It was to hold hands and patronize each other. Her mind involuntarily decided what was suave, responsible and right. She grew up in humid Madras where Mohammed Rafi and Kishore Kumar soared in the air and the discussion of mathematical patterns of music was as rampant as the monsoon, manga bathai and filter kapi. She grew up amidst cousins who let her feel intelligent and responsible. She entered trusting; willing and malleable. She entered with no skepticism. She lacked the skill of looking at life with it.
After decades of being happily married she still held her childhood memories tight and close; MS, Mohammed Rafi and the smell of nithyamalli on the porch and her story unfurling in her heart.
Can you please stop infusing so much Indian-ness into your posts?? Makes me miss India so much :(
ReplyDeleteLovely lovely post again..but whats this going to develop into??
Hey vidhya,
ReplyDeleteThanks..its an inspiration from my amma's life. I feel she holds on to her childhood dreams very strongly because of what she did not become, and in my opinion, define 90% of her generation women. So...yeah it could develop into something. Any ideas?
Lovely :)
ReplyDeleteHmm..thats true. This applies to our generation too but the parent-child interaction in our generation changed greatly which has had a significant impact on our ideals & decisions. Why dont you just continue it on these same lines..what happened after marriage-family-kids etc etc?
ReplyDeleteSuper - start di manju! Very nice new layout too! Very you! Me likes :)
ReplyDeletevettiness is bringing out the creativity in you de:) continue pls
ReplyDeleteThanks guys :)
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