I was born in a farmer family of Uttar Pradesh. Though my father was a teacher and he shifted to Delhi from his village but that shift always remained a notional one. Six days prior to any vacation – always start packing your luggage to go to village for the next week, was the hallmark of my childhood. And this was also a quotient of our family attachment to our village or more correctly our roots.
If a person is at a particular level of personality formation (because every person does not possess a personality) then he is there as a result of various inputs. My mother made me. My wife maintained me. Had my mother not been in charge of my childhood I would have not been what I am. She is there and will remain there in the tiniest point of mine. She would live in me as long as I live because I am only a small part of her. She carved me out of her mental dimensions. The greatest blessings this universe blessed upon me has been the lap of my mother. That is beyond knowledge and comprehension. Being blessed and blissed in my mother’s lap I visualized it for the first time that the languages are not capable of communicating all truths.
After coming to a level it is always an issue to stay there and not to fizzle out therefrom. And my wife maintained me there, where my mother told me after my preparation that I was equipped enough to live boundlessly. My wife sublimed herself. She sublimed herself just to keep me as me. Certainly she is a culmination of her family traditions and takes her share when I bow before that tradition to have gifted me such a nice life partner. I aspire for her for all the futures imagined.
This universal process keeps proceeding in a cyclic way (some western thinkers may have objection on the word “cyclic” but that will be discussed elsewhere in this website). While paying off our Pitŗ Riña (a debt owed to forefathers) I and my wife educed two small buds. They are pleasing. It is blissful to see them blooming.