A moment in time… An excerpt from the 1960s...
As he entered the premises of the Taba home,
the six year old came running to him, shouting excitedly and cheerfully. She
was overwhelmed to see him. He had traveled the whole day from Dzongchu, their
village home in Kabesa, Punakha. She took him by the hand and led him up the stairs into the family kitchen where her mother stood cooking at the stove. The little girl’s excitement to see him was her love for packed
lunches. He had brought packed lunch prepared by the grandmothers at Dzongchu.
Her mother poured tea for them as they sat on the warm wooden floor.
She sat next to him, her elbow on his
knee. She could not wait for him to open the packed lunch. He served her the
rice in a bangchu (bamboo knit plates). He was cutting up the sikam
(dried pork) for her into chewable bits when she grabbed a long sikam.
She put one end between her teeth and tugged at it with her left hand. The
already fatty sikam had been cooked specially in oil for the journey.
Before he could stop her, she had stretched the poor oily sikam to its
limit that it slipped out of her hand.
SLAP!
The end in her left hand had hit her on
the eye. She started crying and her crying was met with scolding from her mother
for being careless. The next thing that happened is something that carried on
till they lived their lives together. He started consoling her and wiped off
her tears. He then put his lagey (the hand portion of his gho)
over her eye and blew the warm air on the part that had been hurt. It soothed
her and she stopped crying. But that thing which was shared in that moment did
not stop. The care kept flowing and she was blessed with that warm comfort till
the end.
Never once have I not remembered this
account whenever I saw sikam. Never once have I stopped believing in
‘impossible love’. Never once have I not understood warm love. Never once have
I thought loving kindness unattainable. I believe in the possibility of the
availability of love that is warm and tender and unconditional … like the one
this little girl shared with this young man … forever and always…
Thank you for being my Muse even when you are not around... <3
ReplyDelete...love as we make it... :P
ReplyDeleteTaut and beautiful, madam. Indeed, it's the MUSE unparalleled.
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