Sunday, April 17, 2016

Village Within Me

Today while  having morning tea beside my small garden me and my hubby talked about our up coming visit to my native town .We  will go there in summer vacations.Though after  sometime we got busy in our chores but deep in my mind there were so many memories springing up related to my days of my childhood and youth spend in my beautiful village.






It was  the  time when the life of village and villagers was so simple and pure .All people  had  few ancestors  who were the founder of this village and were closely relative to each other .The days i spent in my village were so beautiful .The people of my village then just like one family.There were many traditions who showed the love and unity of the people of that time 




If  any family wanted to built its house the young men of village gathered and took part in the building of this house volunteerly without taking any payment for this job as then it was considered   their duty to help their villagers in the way of  brotherhood and unity.




If some family was not able to bear the expenditures of  marriage ceremony the all people would give charity for this .In the season of harvesting men and women used to help in each other's work. 

The most interesting custom of the women of village  was that every noon after lunch they used to  take their mats and gather in the huge garden  of  village which was close to the fields and stream.ON the both sides of the stream were trees of various fruits.

During such gatherings ladies were used to talk about things of common interest ,their personal matters ,fashion along with jokes and laughter.Such gathering would end little before then evenings and everybody get back to home to cook and to take care of their cattle. After dinner gathering were held in the houses of  close relative.

I was eight when my mother decided to get back to her village.Now i think how blessed that decision was because if i would not have live in village my memories would never have as rich and precious .




When i think about the days i spent in my house with parents it relives my soul ,my eyes get wetness of joy and peace ,in that house on the top of the hill blowing air was so friendly touching the depth of my soul delivering joy to my heart.Moon was so down as i can touch it if i raise my finger sky was so familiar trees were so mine and stream used to tell her all secrets without any hesitation 

Now after twenty four years thins are not same .People of my village became prisoners of their own souls just like people of the city formal  and  well mannered .Living under one roof cannot bring them close even,though every year i visit there but hardly spend fifteen days there .Rest other days i spend in city near my village where we take house on rent.because i miss my previous way of living so much.

25 comments:

  1. Of all the memories we have, childhood memories are the best!

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  2. Today's world has swept away much of the old, it's true.

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  3. Lovely paintings...
    Have a nice week !
    Anna

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  4. The world is changing and taking much of what we knew with it. Writing about it though is important. I enjoyed this post about the village of your youth. It is a precious memory.

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  5. What lovely memories of your village. Things change and times change, but the people do all that changing.

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  6. What a lovely post about your village. Things do change over time; sometimes for the better, sometimes not.

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  7. Ahhh that's nice! We are planning to go and live for a short period in my childhood village, too. Wishing you a lovely stay over there! Liuba x

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  8. Beautiful images and a very moving text about the memories of your childhood. The small village where everyone helped each other, where people lived like a big family. Precious memories and how nice it will be for you and your husband to go back.
    It will be a wonderful holiday time, Im sure.
    Have a nice week.
    xx

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  9. Lovely post dear! Have a great day! xx

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  10. I loved seeing the village on your blog. I can understand how you must miss that way of life that seemed so in rhythm with the natural world.

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  11. Some nice memories. I hope your trip goes well.

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  13. You have such memories of your village, it sounds so lovely... thank you for sharing them here.
    Things have changed so much wherever in the world you live.

    All the best Jan

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  14. how wonderful to have happy childhood memories!!! pretty pictures!!!

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  15. Lucky to have such wonderful memories of a time past.

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  16. It's nice to have the good memories but sad that things have changed so much.

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  17. You tell a wonderful story of your youth, sad that it has changed.
    Lovely paintings of your village.
    Merle...................

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  18. Such a lovely post. I so enjoyed reading about your village and all the customs. I looked at recent posts written by you and I can't help but feel I am learning not only more about you, but of our world.

    Thank you so much for visiting me and I'm now following you as well!

    Jane x

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  19. Thank you for sharing your lovely childhood memories of your village.

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  20. It sounds like you had a wonderful childhood and have lots of happy memories. Unfortunately, things change wherever you live, we're all living in a different time nowadays.

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  21. These sound like beautiful and wonderful memories...

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