The value of a family
Family is something that you can't escape from in India. Don't get me wrong I love my parents and my sister but it is the rest of the paraphernalia that come along that I am not too fond of. My dad's side of the family is nosy and meddling and they would understand 'privacy' if you hit them on the head with it. All they care for is how they can take advantage of their family and turn things to their advantage and that irritates me like WOW! Mum's side of the family is much more fun and have a great sense of humour.
Two of my mum's aunts i.e. my great aunts visited us today. I didn't see much of them during the day and in the evening I went out shopping. Later in the night after my evening walk I sat down with them for a little while. It was so much fun. I was laughing so hard that my stomach started to ache. They went on about my mum's childhood and her antics. They also told me about this one time when my mum fell pretty hard from the 1st floor of her house and she started to stutter and didn't speak clearly for a while. During that time she once asked one the maids for a vegetable that rhymed with the Punjabi word for the 'penis'. She told the story with such a panache that is left us rolling on the floor laughing our guts out. Then she started to play around with her new dentures that keep falling out of her mouth all the time. It was so hilarious and to reward them from making my night so enjoyable I made pancakes for them at 2 in the night!!
My mum's aunts still live in the village and their life is light years away from ours. They still live in a house which is made of mud and wood and is about 200 years old. The house is starting to fall apart now and needs urgent renovation. I have so many memories attached to the house. I was very close to my great grandmother who used to live in the same house until she passed away and I can still imagine her tiny frail body on her little bed in the room. She was very frail and weak but everytime we met we used to hug so hard that I was scared I'd break her but that the way she liked it and that's how it always was.
I always feel a sense of sadness inside me when I meet someone from a broken home. I know I don't have the perfect family and at times I feel suffocated by them but I know that I am blessed that I have a complete family. A mother so irritating at times that I shout out at her when she questions me non-stop (it is usually some pent up anger on someone else that mum bears the brunt of), a dad who's distant, workaholic and unavailable most of the times but who is always trying to make all my wishes come true. a sister who I could wait to get married and throw out of the house but whom I miss tremendously now everytime I hear her sad voice on the telephone. So agreed that families can be a pain in the butt but life wouldn't be complete without them and I am thankful for the one that I have. They are all that I could ever ask for and I am the person I am today thanks to them and the values that they have taught us.
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Two of my mum's aunts i.e. my great aunts visited us today. I didn't see much of them during the day and in the evening I went out shopping. Later in the night after my evening walk I sat down with them for a little while. It was so much fun. I was laughing so hard that my stomach started to ache. They went on about my mum's childhood and her antics. They also told me about this one time when my mum fell pretty hard from the 1st floor of her house and she started to stutter and didn't speak clearly for a while. During that time she once asked one the maids for a vegetable that rhymed with the Punjabi word for the 'penis'. She told the story with such a panache that is left us rolling on the floor laughing our guts out. Then she started to play around with her new dentures that keep falling out of her mouth all the time. It was so hilarious and to reward them from making my night so enjoyable I made pancakes for them at 2 in the night!!
My mum's aunts still live in the village and their life is light years away from ours. They still live in a house which is made of mud and wood and is about 200 years old. The house is starting to fall apart now and needs urgent renovation. I have so many memories attached to the house. I was very close to my great grandmother who used to live in the same house until she passed away and I can still imagine her tiny frail body on her little bed in the room. She was very frail and weak but everytime we met we used to hug so hard that I was scared I'd break her but that the way she liked it and that's how it always was.
I always feel a sense of sadness inside me when I meet someone from a broken home. I know I don't have the perfect family and at times I feel suffocated by them but I know that I am blessed that I have a complete family. A mother so irritating at times that I shout out at her when she questions me non-stop (it is usually some pent up anger on someone else that mum bears the brunt of), a dad who's distant, workaholic and unavailable most of the times but who is always trying to make all my wishes come true. a sister who I could wait to get married and throw out of the house but whom I miss tremendously now everytime I hear her sad voice on the telephone. So agreed that families can be a pain in the butt but life wouldn't be complete without them and I am thankful for the one that I have. They are all that I could ever ask for and I am the person I am today thanks to them and the values that they have taught us.
Photo Credit: Pictureguy
2 comments:
A wonderful piece of writing Wandering Dervish!!! Mr Hyde.
Thanks Mr Hyde your comments are always appreciated.
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