The girl from music school.

Photo0737Small gestures, random smiles, laughing together, loving each other, caring without demands…  Everybody dreams of that perfect relationship with the significant other. But to sustain it and keep it going over the years is nothing short of a true miracle. Over the years more can change than just the shape you initially were in ( I mean both physically and emotionally) but to be able to accommodate your love into the very soul of the other being is real love.

I recently had the good fortune to watch my aunt, a dedicated housewife, going about her business. Life had dealt hard blows along the way. There had been scary accidents. There had been health problems. The kids had grown ‘up and into’ their own worlds. But as I have come to realize presently, the mother’s love only grows taller as the years roll by. No matter how loud the screams or shouts got, there was always (and only) room for wonderful love.

Getting up in the wee hours of the morning to prepare for a busy day of guests, husbands, relatives, sons was unimaginable to me until I saw her at it( I mean I guessed it, since I don’t wake up that early). Having perfected the art of cooking (the cleaning and the cutting were bonuses I had never thought of before) a number of dishes for the afternoon meal in a matter of few hours before cleaning up for breakfast, making sure that everything looked as sparkling as before, even wiping the floor a zillionth time and then waiting patiently for each member to come and have their breakfast of choice; the last one in being me for a glass of juice when lunch is already simmering on the stove..  ah … if ever there was a wonder woman, it was her (and included without exception, all the others out there who have dedicated their lives to building beautiful families).

In between and around these chores, she would put out the clothes for washing, clean any other part of the house that needed cleaning and continually dish out something to eat for anyone sitting around. It didn’t end there. She could go on a shopping spree which would last hours (I couldn’t keep up myself), come back with heavy legs and still get up and continue the music the next day. Of course, her garden of flowers in the hot Arabian desert climate is another point to be noted. She is a wonder woman also because, through all this, she could talk of a million things -past, present and future and keep you glued to the kitchen chair for hours together. I say glued to the chair because she did not believe in helping hands (and so I did not have to help- no need to consider this heartless). I had in the short time I spent with her,  learned of her favourite plate’s origin and life story and of the marks on her kitchen floor, each of them carrying the history of a dropped utensil or even a coconut by a servant who was long gone.  Every-thing in that kitchen told a story.

I digress from my main point- the love that she shared with her husband, the continuation of a love story that began 2 decades ago. To him “she was still the girl from music college; that beautiful girl who sang like a nightingale.”(And yes, she is beautiful- present continuous). It was a joy to hear him tell her that he will not let her go before his time and mean it too. The amazing part was that when they sang together (with karaoke and surround systems now) and I being the sole audience, there was always the emotions which rang true which no technology could synthesize.  It becomes then for that moment their song, their life.  And I clapped to this.

But beyond the visible, the invisible love was more radiant.  The short-comings which seems unbearable to an outsider could be borne so naturally, each in its own turn, only because of the love which they bore in their hearts. The thing hated did not make the person any less valuable.  In fact, it showed how you could cut a channel right around hate and let love flow through it. Love and prayer.  It is so true that a praying family stays together. Not just in my life, but in many families, I have seen this come true and more so in this one.

That they could call each other every so often even if it is just to hear the sound of each other’s voice and be assured of the love that waited them when they returned home – office, shopping or wherever it was.  In their hearts they are still so young.  Of course, as the years go by it becomes a more serious and independent dependence (which also I commend). But while they were still young in their hearts, they could make melody together. Raise amazing kids.  Weave friendships which would not be severed so easily. Throw memorable parties.  And through it all sing to each other the very love that had brought them together and held them close all these years. Let that love surround and comfort them when life takes unexpected turns and may they grow old together.

This post is dedicated to my uncle and aunt  who put me up at their place for a week and with whom i enjoyed every moment. I kept my promise 😛 but i wish i had taken pictures of you both.

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14 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by saki koshy on April 15, 2013 at 5:00 am

    This blog tells a lot, in flowery language, resplendent with emotion ; much more than anything you have written before, because this is no imagination; but true outpouring from the heart, juxtaposed from real life experience. And the true to life story is a model to proclaim,”Let the whole world know”

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    • 🙂 I guess it was just flowing from the heart – yes 🙂 do show it to amma also 🙂 i hope uncle and aunty wont mind that i took the freedom to write this 🙂

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  2. Posted by amma on April 15, 2013 at 9:30 am

    Great….great…It always flows from your heart and is wonder full.I am happy for the decision to send you to uncle’s place. Now you are able to see different life situations and will be benefitted. you must find ways to use your writing skills and it will benefit the whole world.

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  3. Posted by salini koshy on April 15, 2013 at 10:09 am

    It is so beautiful and touching, not just their lives but also the way you have written it. I agree with what appa and amma have written. Continue to do the good work 🙂

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  4. Such a lovely piece. Does reiterate the fact that love which is selfless, compassionate and timeless does exist through faith and the ability to understanding of each other in a marriage 🙂

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  5. I just came back from visiting a cousin whose mother was one of my favorite aunts. I had four aunts and they all insipired me in various ways. I think about the lives they led and I am humbled.

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  6. Wow..! This post itself is a beautiful Love song about them. Thanks a lot for spreading Love that you got from that wonderful family..! 🙂

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  7. Posted by Lissy on May 3, 2013 at 6:29 pm

    Thank you dear for dedicating such a beautiful post about us. We are glad you enjoyed your stay & I hope you benefited from this experience.
    You have such a wonderful talent & may God bless you.

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