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God
I belong to a family of atheists. As a child though, I used to feel, I ought to believe in all that my friends believed in. My best friend and I used to sit under a Gulmohar tree and have our tiffins during school recess. We used to water the tree with our water-bags, say a small prayer and put a morsel of food from our tiffins. The following day, we would find that food gone..we would be pleased thinking God had partaken of our offerings.Then, one day the contractor came and cut that tree and a few more..They built a church there.
Nana
Every summer, I used to visit my grandparents and stay for an entire month with them. Every summer in anticipation of our visit, my grandfather would buy a lot of mangoes for us and we would have great fun feasting on them. He would personally pick our mangoes for us and soften them by putting appropriate pressure around the top of the mango so that all we had to do was suck all the juice from them.We have grown old now and my grandfather older, he can no longer walk around the house, has diabetes and has grown very weak, but his eyes still light up at the thought of our visit, he still buys mangoes for us and we soften them now, just enough for him to suck the juice through; that is the only time he is allowed to have something sweet.We owe this to him, after all he gave us some great childhood memories.
God
I belong to a family of atheists. As a child though, I used to feel, I ought to believe in all that my friends believed in. My best friend and I used to sit under a Gulmohar tree and have our tiffins during school recess. We used to water the tree with our water-bags, say a small prayer and put a morsel of food from our tiffins. The following day, we would find that food gone..we would be pleased thinking God had partaken of our offerings.Then, one day the contractor came and cut that tree and a few more..They built a church there.
Nana
Every summer, I used to visit my grandparents and stay for an entire month with them. Every summer in anticipation of our visit, my grandfather would buy a lot of mangoes for us and we would have great fun feasting on them. He would personally pick our mangoes for us and soften them by putting appropriate pressure around the top of the mango so that all we had to do was suck all the juice from them.We have grown old now and my grandfather older, he can no longer walk around the house, has diabetes and has grown very weak, but his eyes still light up at the thought of our visit, he still buys mangoes for us and we soften them now, just enough for him to suck the juice through; that is the only time he is allowed to have something sweet.We owe this to him, after all he gave us some great childhood memories.
posted by ammani at 2:48 AM
10 Comments:
Very nicely put stories with good endings.
kasturi's God has my vote for 2nd best story
Good story!!
Kasturi's God is a simply told tale, it's the end that makes it special.
Kasturis 'God' is really good.
Nana brings back memories of childhood...esp the mangoes...
Wonderful stories, especially 'GOD' which raises quite a few questions in my mind. Often do I think why we as humans define every role in "our" world. even GOD is a role and has a specific place and 'Avataar'. Why do we always confine GOD to temples/churches. etc.?
"Nana" is a very touching story and I am sure everyone has had some wonderful memories with their grandparents. Thank you Kasturi for sharing your stories with all of us. I hope you are the winner for both your stories.
My greatest achievement is the fact that I could communicate so well through my stories.. "God" was meant to make people think beyond the regular norms of our society, it seems to have succeeded in making some of you do that.. "Nana" was meant to have people dwelve into their own childhood memories.. I am glad, I could revive that nostalgia.
Thank you all for your comments..they have motivated me enough to want to write some more :-))
kasturis ... I like it..
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