Four days before her sister’s wedding, they lost their mother. My grandmother had a wedding and a funeral on her shoulders. She put on the bravest face and a dull colored saree to the wedding, she was now the mother of all, and she raised all her ten siblings to persevere and be brave. The Edassery* women sew that in the pockets of their hearts.
She’s a great grandmother now, four generations of daughters, and she’s been resolute with her beliefs. Some have been imposed but also opposed. Now we constantly defied each other’s ideologies but we never quarreled because we both knew that we were silent fighters, not at each other but for each other. We both respected the fact that we come from different times our views of marriage and work differed greatly. But we share something in common, being unapologetic for our femaleness. And sometimes winning that argument and standing up for a cause, I learned that being brave doesn’t mean being an abrasive warrior. May be what’s scary was just to accept some changes.
Because in time
She changed with me
As I changed with her
To learn that certain lessons are to be learned and unlearned over experience.
Run parallel, meet at intersections, skip a few lines, the line of thought has journeyed across a few latitudes and longitudes. To more miles before the big sleep. Cheers, Atheena
Its been a journey from being a young soul where I have felt only love but unaware of its importance in my life I searched for love all over and only felt pain, scars and reality but never true love I still keep searching.
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