STORY 2 : HER STORY

Hey readers!

Here's another true story for you. This one is a love story that may leave you in awe. I just wanted to share this story with you because this story is about a very near and dear one. 

Happy Reading ♥️

THE STORY ...


"No, don't!"

I was startled by her voice. She took the boulder that I had lifted over upto my forehead and kept it aside.

"How will I crack this dadi?" I pouted and held the walnut to show her. I was just six. She took my walnut, smacked it thrice on the same boulder and to my astonishment, it cracked open! My walnut! She could see the joy on my face. She stood up and went somewhere inside (I don't know to which corner of house because I  was busy eating the recently cracked thing) to come back with a handful of walnuts. Wow!! More walnuts!! I dropped what I had in my hands and reached for the new ones with my eyes wide open spilling the sudden surge of happiness.

DADI. It should be an epithet for patience, generosity and compassion. But my granny was way more than that. She was not the usual always-kissing-the-grand-children kind of grandmother. She was like ...like A WALNUT. She was very quiet and strict kinda person. I could see that the other folks were also hesitant of talking to her. May be because she was an "outsider". Yes, you got it right. She didn't belong to Uttarakhand.

She was an ordinary teenage girl from North Eastern part of our country (may be Tripura because my father had his primary education at Agartala) where my grandfather, as a young army man was posted. They fell in love and my dadi was so stubbornly determined to spend the rest of her life with him that she chose to leave her native place and came along with him to Uttarakhand. She never turned back, not even once did she went there to meet her family.

I never heard her talking about her family, neither did anyone else. No one knew much about her past. What her family did? Which state she exactly belonged to? How many siblings she had? How educated she was? Nothing is known.

My grandparents with my father :)

I wonder, was it hard for her to forget her own family, the family that brought her up and the family that must have missed her really hard. Wasn't she ever afraid of being alone in this unknown place? Was it a sensible decision? Seems illogical but then what else is love. Once you care about a person, it is impossible to be logical about anything else. You start dwelling on the positives. So did she. She attuned herself in this new place Karmi (a small village in Bageshwar District of Uttarakhand) and it was worth admiring the way she spoke kumaoni.



My grandmother with my aunt's

So folks, if you are reading this, then think about YOUR grandparents. DO YOU KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT THEM? Spend some more time with old people around you and for sure you'll get a tale to tell your kids.

Well, I lost my grandmother when I was 12. Sometimes, when I think of her, I yearn to talk to her about HER family and HER life. I yearn to know the HER story. Unfortunately, my questions will remain unanswered.

Go ahead ♥️

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