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This was Mummy's reply (to my sister's email--the original email has been removed)

From: "santanu acharya"

To: "julie ray"

Subject: thanks

Date: Mon, 9 May 2005 00:01:40 +0530

Suluma,

Mother's Day re to abhigyntA shuni bhari bAdhilA. Sei drustiru Ama deshara maNisha bhAri bhagyabAn- jete daridra hei thAntu pache mA ku mane na pakAi pArriba emiti kehi na thibe. Pratiti jhia, bayasa jete badhutiba, tA maa ku se sete mane pakAuthiba. E deshare abhAba drustiru manishanka pilAdina kashTa re kati thAi paare, kintu bhAba ra abhAba mA ThAre kehi kebe bhogi na thiba.

Mate jete prashansa karichu semiti kichhi asAdhAranatwa ( speciality) mora naahin- sabu mA samAn- pilAnka shubha manAsibA chhadA tAra banchibAra mAne aau kichhi nAhin parA!

JAhA jAhA tuma mAnanka pAin kari pAri nAhin ebe mane hue puNi thare tumemAne chhota hei jAnta ki Au se abhAba rakhanti nAhin. JAhA chAhun thila sabu purana kari dianti. Tu bhala gita boluthilu- sikhai pAri naahin. English medium school re padhAi pAri naahin. Athelet hebA paain coaching dei pAri nAhin. Dhaulire hauthibA camp re join karibA pAin tate pathAi pArinAhin. Bhala dress kiNi dei pAri nAhin- bhala khAibaaku bi kaNa deli? TathApi mo mA mAne mummy ku tumara mane rakhicha e mo bhAgya. Mo pilAe mo thAru bhala manisha, mu jaanichi. Tuma pilAnku eiA kahibAra bhAgya thAkura tumaku diantu etiki prArthanA.

Mummy

From: "julie ray"

To: "nana"

Cc: Pati, Nibedita ; prajesh dash

Sent: Wednesday, December 17, 2003 10:43 PM

Subject: read on

Her hands are gnarled, the skin is loose, fingers stiff and nails broken.Each joint is knotted within folds, every tip of each finger is chapped. The old wedding rings on them slide loosely around. The knuckles are bare, big and wrinkled. But when she touches , by God, they are velvette. The touch is smooth like a river pebble rounded at every corner over years of water.The touch is warm like the winter sun, the touch is soft like my baby's cheeks. I extend to her my aching legs--hurt of overworked youth, hurt of bad posture, hurt of lack of rest or just hurt for wanting her touch.

She presses them gently, kneading at the right places, massages them softly, tugging at the right spots---I close my eyes and feel her soft fingers. She is going to be 70, i cant believe! I look at my hands--my hands of youth, painted, manicured, perfumed, bejewelled but rough, dry and grazed. My hands have none of her warmth or softness.

I open my eyes to another world, look at her as the light falls upon her face. She is pressing my aching feet. I see her heart, clear and soft, smooth and warm just as her gnarled and aged hands-----I see immense love for me that seems to reach to the tips of her fingers. I see her face serene, concerned and beautiful--wishing she could give all the comfort,all the good luck and all the happiness in the world. I look at her, my mother and marvel that i am her child.

dear nana,

I was supposed to write this for my mother on her birthday when she was here but never had the time. Last afternoon while sitting in the lab waiting for the column to wash with the solvent , I thought it was high time I wrote this down for my mother-- what I have always felt for her--gratitude, gratitude and more gratitude.

Love Juliema

PS B nani's computer has crashed-so expect delay in replys from Pratik.

Santanu acharya wrote:

From: "santanu acharya"

To: "prajesh dash"; "julie ray"

Subject: prathamaastami

Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2005 12:07:22 +0530

Prathamaastami Smruti

Maa maane, Kaali Prathamaastami. Puni Gurubaar je Mahaalakshmi podhuaan. Mo prathamaa maananka paain nuaa lugaa pathaai paarilu naahin. Sethi paain mana dukha karibaa chhadaa aau ka’na baa kari paaribi? Mo baap’a gharu ( Saindhaa ) e paryanta prathamaastami bhaara aasuchi. Mo pilaamananka baapa ghara khaali mana re rahi galaa. Karya re nuhen.

Prathamaastami lugaa kinibaaku jaai Bulbul ra baahaaghara sthira helaa. Mo “Chin Deshara Kathaa” bahira prathama kisti royalty tankaa Sarat Mohanty dei gale je Pratik ra pahili podhuan ashtami kaama uthigalaa.

Amrut babunka dress Sulu kinikari aanithilaa. Mu kinini.

Ankitaara pahili podhuan frock Jayashree ku pathaai thili kini baaku. Nanaa kuaade meetiting ku jaai thile je kete kali karichi taanka saangare.

Samastanka paain mu pujaa kari debi. Hele tumemaane tuma podhuan maananku nuaa pindhibaaku daba.

Juliemaa Abhijitnku nuaa pindhaaibu. Anaaku chandan lagaai dabu.

E thara Mahaalakshmi madhya podhuan-kaarana Maana- Basaa Gurubaara ashtami tithire paduchi. Aamara chitaa pakaaibaaku kehi naahaanti ki pithaa khaai baku kehi naahanti. Tebe bi baarataa( twelve) guaa basichanti pujaa habaa paain.

Thare podhuaan ashtamire Baapaanka bus accident heithilaa mane achhi? Se aasi pahanchile mundare haatare bandage bandhaa abasthaare? Taanku Ta’narapaa ru mo Mousaa nei aasi thile? Aaji dinare mu se kathaa mote bhuli paarenaa.

Samastankara ki aagraha e haladi patra pithaa khaaibaaku! Tume sabu bhaari mane paducha.

Bhalare thaa’a samaste. E haladi patra ra baashnaa sahita tumamaananka muhan dishi jaauchi. Rahili- Mummy.

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