Beginning and the history.

Finally, I am gonna share some sweet-sour memories of mine with you guys. I was thinking of writing this story for some time but I guess that I got the chance today. I know, we all know that everyone got their own problems from life as well as we got our own happiness seasoned over it.

I hope you feel motivated by the story. enjoy it, more than that I hope you will start understanding your moms after it. By the way, I am her daughter translating it for you.

I was born in a huge joint family with my grandparents their five sons and a daughter. Their two sons including my father and the daughter were married at that time. My father was the second kid in the family but the first one to marry. The first kid was my oldest uncle then comes my father, my aunt, and then three more uncles.

I and my siblings were four brothers and sisters and I was the youngest; the oldest was Shamsher Singh my brother then comes my second brother Harneek Singh, my sister Harwinder Kaur and then me, Gurmeet Kaur.

We all forget 3 or 4 initial years of our life so did I but I have a vague collection of some moments.

My mom was so innocent that ever since I started understanding things I saw my clever paternal aunt taking advantage of her. She always made a scene out of small things. Our family used to have a stiff environment all the time. All I remember is seeing my mother crying all the time. That was because my mother's side family had a lot of bad things happening to them. Even before my birth my paternal grandparents along with their grandson i.e, my cousin died in a car accident. And these were the reasons I grew up hearing cries and mourning. Every time my mother had a fight with my aunt she would faint, and we had to call a doctor to bring her to consciousness.

My sister Harwinder Kaur had to take the burden of responsibilities from a very young age. My sister used to do whole the household chores ever since I remember. Of course, my mother did the chores but most of the time she used to be sick. My sister with the mask of the smile did it all without even the slightest hint of resistance.

{ At those times the main crops used to be cotton crops. So most of our land was having these crops. So they even had to work there. My older uncle had 4 children as well. And younger uncle had one daughter.}

My older sister and my oldest uncle's older daughter had to work a lot. Every day during the mid-day break in school, they used to come back from school and serve everyone the midday snacks and tea. My strict grandfather used to stand by them to make sure that they don't do a mistake. Later after all these tasks, they used to go back to school. Then back from school and do those evening chores.

My grandfather was married in 1947. And he got married on a train. It seems like a lie but if you have the slightest knowledge of that year you will know that it is true. My grandmother was 13 at that time. She was a religious lady. Her guidance is the reason why till today my family is religious. My grandfather didn't use to work a lot. After the partition of Punjab, he got 5 acres of land later my father and uncle made it to 100 acres through years of hard work. (if I try explaining all this I'll have to write another book so let's just see my own story.)

except for the fact that my sisters used to work too much most of the life we spent was a happy one. even before I was fully conscious of my surroundings my grandfather died. we kids had no idea what death is, we were all crying because we were so scared seeing everyone crying. later I was told that he died of overdrinking.

At that time my youngest uncle's son was about a year old. And my second uncle never had a kid.

Later I started going to school and I guess I remember most of my life after that. My second uncle went to live in a nearby city by then. He was well educated and found it hard to live in a village. When was in third grade my second uncle brought me to live with him so that I get a chance for better education. (He himself was childless but treated all of us as his own kids.) He gave me many happy memories and showered me with love. I still remember when I was a 6th grader he bought me a bicycle and taught me how to ride it. That time was one of the best times of my life. It's true that I missed my parents but my uncle and aunt filled that gap.

These happy days suddenly got a halt when I was in 8th class. one mourning at about 2 to 3 policemen came to our house and told my uncle that someone was waiting for him in the station so he went with them. But it was all a lie, actually, they arrested him because they thought he was one of the militants. My heart still freezes thinking about that time. later after one year, my uncle was released. In the meantime, we had to come back to the village.