Picking up the Pieces

They are generations apart, and by the traditional hindu family laws shouldn't even sit in the same room, let alone next to each other and have a real talk; yet the many times when I ve seen them so engrossed in their conversations, I ve wondered how come they have so much to share. But that is the very beauty of their relation : my mom and my grandfather's.

She is the eldest bahu, educated, social, its just impossible not to be affected by her lively, social (sometimes too social - only a daughter can dare to say that and live to see teh next day) and vivacious ways.

He is very simple, shy, most accommodating, yet most knowledgeable and intellectually progressed person in his generation, and many generations after his. Guess being a scholar of the Bhagwat Gita has its own advantages.

I have always admired the lovely bond they have shared, and I had hoped that someday I will have something similarly beautiful with my father-in-law. And it was not difficult to imagine that because he too was a very lively person, easy to talk to and someone who can make you confortabe in conversation in matter of minutes.

Sure there was the initial ice to be broken, confidence to be earned, traditions to be changed, new ways to be made. It all needed time, patience, experiences, events . . . . . . and so much more. But guess I am not as lucky as my mom has been. He left me a bit too early - and among the many dreams/ plans that he left unfinished, this was one little one I had had just for the two of us.


P.S. My husband directed me to this particular piece on one of those days when i was rather lost..... (youtube forbids embedding, damn!)