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My very first middle in DH for all of you to enjoy & comment

Discussion in 'Snippets of Life (Non-Fiction)' started by ambika ananth, Jan 16, 2007.

  1. ambika ananth

    ambika ananth Bronze IL'ite

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    Candles melt when aglow

    THERE are two ways of looking at people, outward and from within – yes, I had seen this woman both ways. Every morning, rain or shine, on the dot at 7.30, she shouts tarkariamma…( vegetables amma) ’, her mouth red and full with betel leaf, big red bindi on the forehead, her whole face a light shade of red due to the weight on her head or due to the weight of life, I wonder…
    “Happiness is a smile of comfort to the sorrowful”; I smile at her everyday and I joyfully receive one back. On one particular day, her smile seemed more like a storm, hitting me with a force. Sadness is as old as the human race, but some lives are so inherently laced with sadness they seem more like blunders in creator’s handiwork.
    “Amma… I feel tired , exhausted and helpless. I want to die, but the call doesn’t come…”, putting the wicker basket down, she sighed.
    I know about her old, drunkard husband, who had had a paralytic stroke recently and is bed-ridden, who needs (demands) her attention and care every living minute, whose speech faculty is gone, but who can show his anger in many ways. She bore three sons, who are wayward, useless and terrible mishaps, exact replicas of the father, who beat her up regularly for her small savings. The only legitimate daughter-in-law (other two sons managed to ‘keep’ women) doused herself with kerosene and torched herself in front of the house – an extreme act, which left her girl baby motherless and forced this ajji ( grandmother) to don the role of a mother. Vegetable vendor, dutiful wife, helpless, threatened mother, caring grandmother – the roles are unending and 24 hours inadequate for all the demands.
    “Last night my old man had severe diarrhoea, all the four bed-sheets I have are soiled, I washed all of them in the morning…amma can you spare one old bed-sheet?”, her eyes shone with tears of pain. “Yes… I can, ajji” (oh, how I wish I had one magic sheet which can protect you from life’s onslaught, which can wrap you in peace and calm).
    I always thought I am caught in her sentiment of only me doing “boni” ( the first buy for the day) for her, no, I am caught in the jolts of her life’s roller-coaster ride, holding her hand whenever I can as I always remember “whatever peace you bring to the earth must begin at that little piece of earth on which you stand” and I notice on that little piece of earth, there are many deserving people, who deserve love and peace.
    Accepting the bed-sheet I’d given, she opened the small knot at the end of her saree pallu and offered me bright red kumkam.
    “I had gone to Karimariamman temple yesterday and I prayed for you also, amma…!” She knows the chaos my gallstone can create as so many mornings she had seen my face creased with pain and discomfort.
    She herself is caught in a great vortex, yet finds time to think about me. My eyes started filling, the moment was so fulfilling. She thanked me for the bed-sheet; I thanked her for much more……..
     
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  2. vidyasarada

    vidyasarada Senior IL'ite

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    Dear Ambika
    That was truly touching.
    VS
     
  3. Pallavi

    Pallavi New IL'ite

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    moved to tears!!

    Dear Ambika,

    As i start typing this post..i am wiping off the tears that rolled down my left cheek while my right eye is filled to the brim... This vegetable vendor is in all our lives...i feel the same way for our maid servant. To think how unfortunate some lives are...makes us feel happier the way we are..

    To read what i have felt, in a poem that has donned the robes of a prose is very moving. Great job Ambika! You have proved that you are not only a writer but a very humane one at that!!
     
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  4. safa

    safa Bronze IL'ite

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    Dear Ambika,
    I believe the great acheivement of a human is the sharing and understanding of the sorrow of other human being..You have attained it through your wonderful middle and your act. Do write more about such lives to make others think and know..Let people realize our worries are nothing..
     
  5. meenakshirajan

    meenakshirajan Silver IL'ite

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    touching

    Dear Ambika,

    Really touching.

    Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for kindness.

    Meenakshirajan
     
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  6. Vandhana

    Vandhana Silver IL'ite

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    Very Moving Piece

    Dear Ambika,

    That was a really very moving middle. Must say youhave made my eyes wet. Thanks for posting this here.

    Vandhana
     
  7. Vidya24

    Vidya24 Gold IL'ite

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    a poem in prose

    Dear Ambika,

    A poet is a poet not just cos she writes verse, but cos she creates poetry in everything she does. Be it your middle in DH or your kindness in giving the lady a bedsheet and a warm smile- you have shown us that a poet first writes from the heart and then with her pen.

    Great piece and I am sure may more will follow.

    Loving your middle,Ambika.
    affly
    Vidya
     
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  8. meenaprakash

    meenaprakash Silver IL'ite

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    filling & fulfillling

    Dear Ambika,

    Reading your middle filled my eyes -
     
  9. Preethi

    Preethi Gold IL'ite

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    Very Touchy...

    Dear Ambika,

    I thought I have posted my reply earlier, am not able to find it now..anywayz, your article was soooo touchy..I am all admiration for that vendor woman now.
    She may be poor in living, but very rich in heart...with so much of problems surrounding her like a mountain,she had the thought to pray for you..What a noble character !

    It's nice to note that you help these kind of (deserving) people in whatever way you can..your humility draws me towards you...

    Keep sharing such real-life stories...We need to keep reading article like this to remind ourselves that humanity still exists, in this fast-pasted, materialistic world...

    Love,
    Preethi
     
  10. meenu

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    Dear Ambika,
    Sorrow shared is sorrow halved. I am very touched by the article. Real life incidents move us more and leave indelible impressions.. Do keep posting such interesting incidents. It will help us to know realities.
    Regards,
    Meenu
     

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