Why do we cry when the onion is cut?- Remembering old stories!
There was a time when children used to stick around their grand parents and coerce them to tell stories; it was no different with parents and teachers also. Elders in the family had enough anecdotes in stock with regard to any doubt we had. Times have changed and the present generation is more interested in television shows and smart phones. But, there may be many of us who have been lucky enough to hear stories when we were young and which we now realize, were simply stories. Can we reminiscence and share some of those?
Why do we cry when the onion is cut? This was the question asked by our Class teacher to us when we were in School. None of us knew the answers. We looked with eagerness into her eyes to know why we cried while cutting the onions. She narrated a story to us about three friends.
Once upon a time, there were three friends. Their names were Potato, Egg, and Onion. They were very good and best friends. They did everything together. One day, they decided to go the market to buy food for themselves. While crossing the road, the egg crossed without watching out for the red signal and it got hit by a vehicle and died on the spot. The onion and potato cried so much for their best friend who passed away. They went back home with a very heavy heart. Then one day as they were walking along the park, one man came and picked up the potato to fry it. Despite the protest, the man didn't pay any heed to the onion's voice. The onion couldn't stop crying, he cried all the way to the park. He sat on a bench and was still crying when an old woman passed by and saw the onion crying. The old woman asked the onion, "Why are you crying, my child?". He narrated the story of his friends to the old lady and asked who will cry when he dies? The old women took the onion in her hand and said that humans will cry when he will be cut. So that's why we cry when we cut the onions.
For many years, till I learned the actual reason, I believed that this story was the reason behind our tears. I used to feel so bad for the onion during those days.
Sometimes the anecdotes which are told to us by our teachers, parents, and elders stay evergreen in our mind. It was mesmerizing for me to recollect these stories.
Do you remember any such stories?