A grandmother's tiny kingdomRajma was busy moving here and there. It is the festive season and all her children and grandchildren are arriving to celebrate the festival of Sankranti. Perhaps it is their luck that everyone agreed to join with the family in the village for Sankranti every year and it is a regular feature for them without a miss. As the nature of jobs are different, it all depends on them to have a get together during summer vacation but it is a mutual agreement that Sankranti celebrations should be with the presence of everyone. Rajma continued the tradition after the demise of her lovely husband ten years ago and preferred to live alone keeping heal and healthy at their ancestral house in the village. She was managing her lead role in the family with her pleasant style of handling everyone.
In fact, she was busy for the last one month in making arrangements for a better celebration of Sankranti festival this year. Her children and their kids should not be disappointed and should not think that last time it was better. The preparation started in the month of December itself by getting the wall paints and windows of the house for a good facelift of the house. She also engaged people to make the garden neat and clean with proper trimming of the plants.
They have two sons and a daughter, all well settled in their professions.
The vicinity after festivalThe festival is over. The joy has become a dream. The village was quite calm and its green fields which were the favourite of the children with their photo clicks became pale. The children moved from the village thinking of the next day about school and homework left unfinished. The streets filled with Rangolis are now looking empty with dust. But the village feels happier because its soil has its magnetic power to attract its children to visit their place with love. They are its pride.
The children's feelingsRekha, the elder granddaughter was simply recollecting her Grandma's words, "Beta, Don't neglect your village where ever you are. They are the key resources for the development of a country. You need not do anything but enjoy the beauty of nature here and enjoy the fresh air". She has to leave such beautiful village and join the busy and noisy world again tomorrow. Her sister Nitya was simply enjoying her nice photography (forgetting that it is the greatness of the Nikon make DSLR camera) after having the last pic of her Grandma standing at the gate. Rajsekhar feeling disappointed as he failed to convince his mother to take her along with them and touched her feet for her blessings.
At the endRajma after waving her hand to all her buddies and their buddies till they turned the corner of the street and returned back into the main room of the house. Looking at the large size of the photo of her husband hanged to the wall, she talked to herself, "Oh, the long wait is over and the three days just simply passed." Of course, the man on the other side could have appreciated her mentorship and a lone battle of life!
Jagdish Patro is a freelance writer and a regular contributor to ISC and other websites. Fond of reading books, novels and spends his leisure time by listening to music. He did his B.Sc in Applied Chemistry and his M.Sc in Resource Development Technology. He edited and published an in-house monthly journal by name ‘Srujana’ during 2009-2011 which was totally a private circulation.
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This is a very common happening in many villages especially in the villages of South Indian states. The Sankranthi is the festival of arrival. The farmers will receive the fruits of their toil and the raw rice will be reaching home around the festival. So they celebrate the festival with a lot of happiness. The children who settled in the cities will make a point not to miss this festival and all of them meet for the three days and enjoy the village atmosphere which is a very pleasant and no pollution breeze will be attracting the people to the fields. A nice experience. I should thank the author for making to remember the happy moments that were spent at my native place for the festival.