A mother in her shed


“Humanity is the spirit of the supreme Being on earth, and humanity is standing amidst unseen ruins, hiding its nakedness behind tattered rags, shedding tears upon hollow cheeks, calling for its children in pitiful voice. But the children are busy singing the anthem; they are busy sharpening the swords and cannot hear the cries of their mothers”, says Gibran, the Lebanese philosopher.

And a mother weeps in Kanglung. Tshewang Dema, a daughter to a family in Trashi Yangtse grew up with rays of hope, no less than yours and mine. Dreams of success and good life were all she dreamt as we mortals always do. Youth silently crept in to her life. She knew a day would come in her life when she could be a wife. A hero from Shongphu [Trashi Yangtse], a man of her liking was destined to be her husband. Kanglung was the place they chose to spend the rest of their married life.

This great mother brought in two daughters and a son to being. She secretly sang the immortal melodious song and lifted her cute little eyes with a smile as she saw her children growing up. She thought life was as beautiful and colourful as the attire we try to put on. She never knew tears were ever there in her eyes…………………….

What more could you, ‘this mother’ and I ask for?

Seismic waves never announces of its coming. That is why Turkey and Gujrat got its concrete jungles burnt down to ashes. Misfortunes strikes, but when, we never know.

Flow of life is not as universal as the flow of a river (from mountains to the plains). Some times human beings do not have enough tears to cry. The world got torn apart when Tshewang’s husband left for Shongphu never to return back. Her son and daughters got married indicating her journey in to old age. She must have lost pounds of flesh and gallons of blood when her daughters decided to forget their mother, yet a drop of mercy must have been there in Tshewang’s daughters when they gifted her with two grandsons to be looked after. Her son, the only hope took her to his wife’s palace. She worked very hard in the fields, although a handful of soil was not in her name. Her grandsons later in their lives will surely have stories to tell about how their uncle and aunt quarrelled that led to fights and how good a treatment they received from their aunt‘s family.

The crystal clear blue sky fell on her, as Tshewang’s daughter in-law drove her husband (Tshewang’s son) out of the house. The son left the house with ‘ache in every nerve’ and headed towards Punakha [in search of his sisters]. Fifty-two weeks passed and her mother does not know how well her son is breathing.

God must have been asleep, demons must have wept and humans could have been blind when this mother and her grandsons were thrown and kicked out of the house. With tears and grandsons as her only asset she lives in a cowshed. She feeds her grandsons with ‘may be a handful of grain’ and educates them with oceans of wisdom. In the early hours of the day, the sun that shines on our roof shines on her face, for she has no roof. Stars are the bulbs and the moon, the tube light of her home [shed]. She is at the end of the rope of hope to be able to cope with life. She says; “The only asset I have is tears and that too is about to exhaust”.

The amount of money that bought you a packet of cigarette could buy her packets of salt. The amount of money that bought you a make-up set could buy a piece of cloth to wrap her body. The amount of money that we spend for getting a haircut could buy notebooks for her grandsons. The amount of money that bought you a perfume could feed her for weeks. The amount of money that you spend in buying wine [Black Mountain] could buy her oils for months……………

The things that are useless for you is a necessity for her. The cloth that you consider to be of old fashion could be a wedding garment for her……………..

This was a true story I wrote way back during my college days. With this story we could collect some money, cloths and other items to help this mother. And we did built a hut for her and some new cloths for the little boys.

Many such mothers around the world do exist but let’s try and help the ones near us.

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