My Mother and the Strangers...

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The beggars became the nightmare for each child during that time. We were trained to give money or food through the windows. We were never stopped from giving something to them or a smile even!. We had been taught that 'they are also human beings but dangerous'!!.

Submitted: October 03, 2014

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My mother and the Strangers!!..

 

My mother used to say, ''Don't talk to strangers'' when I was a child . Many stories were told about those kind of strangers who had messed up the lives of children.The beggars became the nightmare for each child during that time. We were trained to give money or food through the windows. We were never stopped from giving something to them or a smile even!. We had been taught that 'they are also human beings but dangerous'!!.

 

When we grew up,  we were allowed to open the door and give them food or money. She had kept a small box with coins for the same purpose near to the Krishna's idol in the room. My mother used to talk to them nicely so, they didn't even get scared to sit on the steps of my house.She was so concerned about their feelings. Some of them were deserted by children or relatives, some of them were sick and some of them were running their house and teach children also by begging. Some of them cried very loudly and whirled around like a dancer on the varandha . I used to cry with them. My mother too.  My mother's mind was set according to the beggar's story. Sometimes she was so upset about all the stories what they had dropped in my house.

 

I liked to listen to the fortune tellers those who used to come in most of the afternoons. My father didn't like any of these. He used to scold us for entertaining them. Those who had got scolding from my father they made sure about my father's presence before they enter to our house. My mother eagerly listened to the ''truth'' what the fortune tellers told her and nodded head with them. The lady got encouraged by this and continued the ' bitter realities' of my mother's life. Most of them were about my father's house and his family members. They never forgot to praise her for her sympathy and humanity what she showered on them when they go back.

 

My mother's expressions made me to understand that those words were correct. I was happy on that someone could understood my mother's feelings finally. I hadn't seen my father was listening to her problems ever in my life. People (well - wishers) used to scold her for keeping these strangers for long time. My mother never listened to them. She used to listen to her heart. If it said ''right'' she followed it blindly. I felt so proud on that 'my mother is a courageous lady to talk for long with strangers'. We used to get scared.

 

 One day I got surprised when she was sending a lady without giving anything.It was a Friday. When I asked curiously about this I got embarrassed on the reply that-

 

 '' I stopped giving anything on Fridays''!!

 

''What happened Amma ?.... What's wrong with the Fridays''?. I couldn't stop myself.

 

She answered like this, '' I came to know recently only that if we give something to anyone on Fridays, it will take away all the fortune of my house especially my children's''.

 

Even though she is so kind - hearted she stopped giving anything to the beggars on Fridays for the sake of us!!!...I don't know who has told this non-sense story to her. I felt so bad but at the same time I felt so proud of my mother. She sacrificed herself or her happiness for her  children. If it was some other reason she might have not done it . Mothers always surprise with their ''silly thoughts''. No one else can do this job.!!

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