Today, tomorrow and always - This too shall pass.

***Posted on Nov 3rd 2020 afternoon*** the Election day

 

Its a weird day for all of us. and today during my routine call I was talking to my mom about racial, cultural and political divide- the era we live in.

She listens as she always does and then we move on to some old stories. Today- in all these days - she decides to tell me the story how she was sold for 50 paisa when she was born.

My mother is post independence girl in a new India, born in a small village in Chattisgarh. there was only one muslim family out of 300+ household.

My grandma lost 2 daughters ( still born) and then when my mom was born, a muslim neighbor bought my mother for 50 paisa. then in return gave away the girl to my grandma as ख़ैरात benefaction.

My mother survived. My grandma always felt grateful for the trade or transaction. I was joking that allah and god both were watching over her.

Today after our conversation I realize how important it it to have that in mind. while driving I noticed two neighbor across the street had Biden/ Harris and Trump/pence yard sign.

After today, I hope they still be able to hold each other’s hand in solidarity with fight against, poverty, Covid, injustice and extremism of any kind. I hope they help each other in sickness and bad time and celebrate good time.

Today is this weird state of mind all I can think of how a 50 paisa exchange for a child made my heart smile and taught it to be hopeful. 

We are going to be fine people. just be nice and kind to each other. 

A morning in CapeCod. The sun is reminder of warmth and energy.  

The Sign made me write this post. Notice the sign. I wonder and hope they are nice to each other. because in next winter storm neither party people are coming to help them, they have to be there for each other.

The Tree in my yard, It was lush, full and alive just couple of weeks ago. Today it stands barren but I know first sign of spring and it will be the same again. its a cycle this too shall pass as long as we hold on to our roots. Breathe and smile.