LOVE TRANSCENDS NO BOUNDARIES
| By : Sumeet ( Posted on :02 Dec, 2005 ) | Total Views : 615 | Previous | Next |
As I reminiscence the past for some catchy moments of life – those that leave impregnable lasting footprints on the soul – I come across one such revealing instance which can shake the beliefs of Freudian principles of life!
Ram and Lakshman were two identical twins who were a part of my childhood – they were our eleven years long neighbors – and this was time enough to bring me close enough to their family. One particular observation was that identical twins do not make much friends outside their home, especially if they very close to each other. Ram and Lakshman always shared homework, lab and class-notes. At times I remember – I found it difficult to distinguish between the two and could not help opining that they wear different colored clothes to avoid confusion. I used to often dwell in touching the humorous part of the situation by asking them – “ What will happen when you both get of age to tie the nuptial knot? Are you going to marry identical twins? Then there will be utter confusion with your brides as well as you both to recognize each other’s spouses ”.
They would shy away from such questions with attempted unforced smiles on their faces.
The years passed by and both the twins were well settled in their career. After some years, they came to invite me for their wedding. Ram joked – “Sir, the truth lies in your tongue. We are indeed getting married to twin girls”. I was taken aback for a moment. Then I joked back “ Then that would make excellent script for a movie. However how did you manage to get twin girls? What are their names?”.
Lakshman replied – “Sir, our family looked for twins for us since only a pair of twins can understand another set of twins. Sushmita and Ashmita are the names and they also agreed to our philosophies. You need to grace the occasion and bless us for posterity”. I did attend their marriage and blessed both the couple.
Time flies like feather and one fine day I got a call from the twins’ mother who wanted to invite me for lunch on the coming Sunday. I wanted to excuse myself as I had earlier commitments with an old friend of mine, but since the woman persisted, I gave in.
When I reached their house on the fateful day, I was surprised. There were renovations which made me wonder whether I had come to the right address. Instead of the single door that adorned the entrance to the house, there were two doors and a partition in the garden. When I went inside, I could feel a sense of heaviness in the atmosphere that prevailed in the house. The house now stood divided into two!
As I greeted their mother with a smile, I asked ‘ Why this divide ‘? She replied in a heavy tone “Son, my children fought after marriage and separated”. I found out soon that the reason of this was all for property.
Their mother had utmost faith in me and felt that I could talk to the twins out of this divide and bring back long lost times of unity that prevailed before their marriage.
I tried to use varied reasonings of philosophy with both the twins to make them see sense but failed miserably and returned home unsuccessful. However, all along the way one question bothered me “How could someone who shared the same womb and milk of a mother fight against each other thus?”
I was a bit late for my second appointment of the day, which I had committed to my old friend. He was another childhood friend of mine who was also my classmate in school.
When I arrived late at his place, I apologized sincerely to him. My friend and his wife were married since past two years. They had invited me to their native place, which was around thirty miles from the city.
I asked them where we were going. He replied “ My brother’s house and I’m sure you will like it ”.
As far as I knew, my friend was the only child of his parents. “Is he your cousin? Or a friend who is like a brother?” He kept on driving with a smile. When I insisted, my friend said “Twenty-five years ago, I was born in the same village, to where we are going now. I lost my mother when I was hardly a month old. There was no woman in our family. The only female in the house was a housemaid called Geetha, who had co-incidentally delivered a baby a month ago. When I was very ill and cow-milk did not suit on me,
all in my family were worried. But Geetha told my father “Saheb, if you don’t mind, I’ll feed this child along with my baby….Geetha nursed me as an own mother would do for the next year or so. I grew up first two years of my life in the village and later went to the city for better prospects in education. Geetha was a great woman who etched a permanent place in my heart for having filled up the void created by my mother being taken away from me at such a tender age. I now consider her son, Kumar as my brother. I saluted the uneducated Indian woman whose heart was as large as ocean and whose love knew no boundaries. Once in a year, I go to Kumar’s house. It is not just milk. It is the mother who poured her undivided affection aplenty on both of us. Geetha never expected anything from me – so it was unconditional love flowing from a mother. That made her even greater in my eyes. Kumar and myself shared the mother’s love – so we’re brothers”.
By this time, the car had reached the village. I could see an excited youngster - presumably Kumar in his simple attire waiting for us. I could not stop my mind, at that instance, to go back to the twins – Ram and Lakshman – who inspite of sharing the same womb for the same period of time and coming into this world at the same time and sharing the same motherly treasures, seemed a dark contrast to the overwhelming experience I was undergoing presently by knowing and seeing my friend’s relationship with Kumar.
Sure, love transcends no boundaries.
Written By : Sumeet
Moral Based
