And The Dance Continues....

A great post indeed!How our grand children miss so much in life, they living abroad, and we living here! My grandmother was affectionately known as 'oor amma' ( mother to everyone in the village)She was an expert in handling deliveries.In early 20th century, when there were no medical centres,my grandma was the saviour.Her presence gave lot of mental strength to the young girls in labour.Her services were available even during midnight.She was an expert in planning weddings, doing seer bhakshanams ,preparing country medicines, composing songs. She composed elegy about herself ,tuned to beautiful ragas and trained her grandchildren and neighbouring children .It was a thorough rehearsal .When she passed away after 6 months some 40 children sang those songs repeatedly and it was really a moving sight.Every one was choked with emotions.
Whenever we do things with perfection ,or cook delicious food ,all the relatives said 'just like grandma

Thanks Rama for kindling memories of grandma.

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Congrats for the nomination. I wanted to when I read but was lazy to take out the laptop. With your post you bought sweet memories of their grandmother. Our grandmother's were hard working and taught us so many things. When they left they made us feel her absence and not a day goes without thinking of them

My grandmother also was a great person. Since my mother was very simple ,her mother,ie my grandmother brought us all. She has as strict in some cases and I was very good in getting my work done. She was expert in cooking and making kai murukku.

For my sister's marriage she cleaned the rice required for her marriage and also bought steel vessels for her by giving old clothes. She never knew Hindi or Telugu but she used to get her work done by talking in Tamil. When we were in Hyderabad she used to go alone to places where she was called for making murukku. Whatever we wish she used to fulfill .My brother was very fond if sevai and most if the time she used to make with hand machine

For my sister's delivery me and she went to Delhi and if I am late in going to the hospital she used to go. She was very independent. She had cancer and did not want to trouble my sister do came alone in train to Mumbai though my brother in law was ready to go with her.

Glad that in her last days I could look.after her . She told me for your sister I could do everything.she even made 101 kozhakattai every Friday for 10 friday my sister's marriage. She told me I won't be there for your marriage but my.blessings to get a good husband.With her blessings I got atemof a person that too from her place

 

I can hear the sutra “Sthira Sukham Asanam” in the calm voices of my patient grandparents as they tried to teach yoga to a very fidgety grandchild.

Me, too. Often, like now, thanks to you.

We can only hope.

Beautiful snippet, @Srama!

 

Dear @Srama,

You have brought out this Yogic concept beautifully with images from life around. This again relates to your favourite ‘Mindfulness’ concept! You are in a beautiful space to pause and take note of these wonderful things which most people don’t even notice in their hurried and harried life!

In your old post, What's Your Love Language?, I had left the following comment:

Dear @Srama,
They say 'Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder'! You have wonderfully described a 'Blissful state'. A question that comes to mind is, was the Bliss outside in the surroundings or was it in your heart and mind? Om Shanti!

Sri G S Shivarudrappa’s poetry (with English translation) suits this moment perfectly.



Undoubtedly, Bliss is in one’s own heart and mind! You are blessed to be Blissful!

 

Dear Sabitha

What a beautiful snippet and after reading many many snippet of yours finally I got the hang of your writing. Sukham Sthiram Aasanam ... doesn't everything that oscillates finally attains the equilibrium. I love dance and never missed an invite to any dance performance so far. Loved the way you had described how beautiful the girl continued to dance as the tune was playing in her head inspite of the disturbance . How nicely you had remembered your grandmother. And the little girls dancing and finally ending with how the dancing continues in our lives.

I had always admired mine very much. She lived upto 84 and I had never heard her complain of any aches and pains even in that age. For 40 years of her later life she ate a single meal. How I wish I could develop that control. She struggled as a single parent but still was supportive to others. Being the only grand daughter I enjoyed the privilege of her affection more than any other grandchild in the family. I don't have to remember her much as I carry lot of her genetic imprint and also she left this world on my special day.

Your title is very catchy.