I’m not feeling myself this evening and suggested my husband that we go out for dinner. He asked me why, and before I could reply to his question he said "I would like to eat at home as much as possible since I'm leaving home in two days". His "at home," meant he would like to eat the meal I cook. I couldn’t say anything, except felt like crying!
So, I cooked something simple, feed and washed the dishes. Then I was laying down in my sofa, trying to take a nap.
About half an hour later, one of our daughters came home. She went to the kitchen and told me that she’s going to have some of my food. I felt like crying the second time!
Then, suddenly my mother came to my mind. She was a small framed woman, who was full of energy, wit and courage. She worked 18 hours a day to keep her over 18 ropani lands (at different locations), biggest house in the neighbourhood, six school-children and a very demanding —rather conceited husband. That was not enough of for her, she suggested her husband that they should buy a “mauja” in Chitawan. It was a prestige to own a piece of rice-field in another province then, as some of her colleagues and relatives had done so.
A tiny woman with no formal education, no dowry and more than a handful husband, how did she managed to have them all? That question kept coming in my mind for years.
My mother was very creative and highly intuitive person. She made decisions instantly and took risks when needed. She went out of her way to help others, and never complained about her situations.
She worshipped Gods and Goddesses but believed that we can bring “luck” onto ourselves—not through prayers or pleasing gods and goddesses with sweets and fruits. She was that wise!
I didn’t write this story to show off how rich my parents were. I’m writing this to share how Intuitively Intelligent my mother was and regret that I couldn’t recognized her bornin talents. I thought how can she know what she was talking about; she never went to school!
I also hadn't realized that there must have been some days when my mother was tired and cried alone, when we, her children and husband, were not around. After all, she was a proud woman and never let anyone see her vulnerability!
My dear mother, I do hope you're in heaven living in peace with everything you ever wanted around you!
