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KarwaChauth without You Whole day long, without a single grain and even worse, not a single drop of water, my mother used to pray to the Almighty to bless my father a long life. And then the moment would arise when Chanda mama would peep out of the sky and would signal my mother, O Dear daughter of Savitri, your prayers have been heard and now please break your fast or else the Gods will fall. And then my mother used to worship my father like a God and then would break her fast when the God(my father) himself used to make her drink water, the thing that she had wanted the most but only after the long life of her husband. I got married to an Army Officer sometime later, I was also passed on the same rich culture and rituals from my mother for which the Indian women is known for. It was my first karwachauth after marriage, the entire day had not taken a sip of water or a bite of a meal bit still I was excited, I could feel the same energy in my body which my mother would have felt for this ritual although I never feel or understood it then but now I could feel that energy that drives not only my mother but the entire women and the faith within them. It was now dark, chanda mama would be out any time soon to bless us with the good news, everybody specially the ladies around me were soo excited that the moment for which they have waited the whole day is going to arrive. And then the moment arrived, clearing the darkness in the sky, showering its milky beams, chanda mama finally arrived and it was joy and happiness on every face except mine, my God was not there for me, to break my fast, to give me his blessings, to recognise my sacrifice. But I knew better hes not there with me because he is serving a far greater purpose in life serving the motherland and if need comes even sacrificing his life. I was sad but I was more proud to be the wife of a soldier. Today I actually understood the phrase, Karma hi Dharma hai aur Karma hi Pooja hai and no other ritual aur pooja is as great as your work specially when it is serving your motherland, fighting for it and if need be, laying your life for it. I knew my husband is always there for me if not physically then in my heart, showering his love and blessings. I know God is happy with me not just because of my sacrifice but also because of the one whom I have married and who has vowed to the nation for even a bigger sacrifice, if asked upon and I was now sure that my wish has been fulfilled and as I saw towards the moon, I saw it blink, the same assuring blink my husband used to give me when he used to leave me before going for his duty. My husband was with me, I was happy again and with that assurance I drank that glass of water, had a final look towards Chanda mama and moved downstairs.
Posted on: Tue, 22 Oct 2013 17:10:01 +0000

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