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Bliss Of Togetherness

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My heart craves for those days,when,
There were so many people living under the same roof, the ancestral house,
All that mattered was only broad minds but not broad rooms,
The old were respected, cared and regarded as the heads of the family,
There was a joint account and all work for the welfare of all,
Whatever that was brought home was equally shared among everyone,
One's mom was busy, there was another mom ready to attend to his/her needs,
Dad was strict about something, there were other dads to ease the situation,
Aunts occasionally visited home with their children, adding more members to our regular cousins gang,
Grandparents pampered and protected us from parents' scoldings,
One mother feeds all the children in the house from the same plate,
We irritated our grandparents for stories,
We divided as groups and fought among ourselves over petty issues, but within a short time again became one team ,
The entire family attended to anyone who fell sick and their sickness would run away in seconds seeing their love,
There were long chit-chats, heated up discussions, arguments and we never knew how time flew,
We all played many games and submerged in joy,
We all occupied one full row in a movie theatre,
The mouth-watering and tasty cuisines were relished together and comments showered on the cooks,
The criticisms and ideological conflicts created tension, yet, such situations were handled with utmost maturity , thus restoring peace,
There was tremendous tolerance among all the members of the family,
Nobody ever got a thought of living separately, in spite of small conflicts,
Every festival and function became a big fat celebration,
There was a support from all hands during crisis,
Everyone was each other's strength,
The feeling of "I" was absent and "WE" was full,
There was full sense of security,
House was small , but family and hearts were huge.


Ouch!.....I have come back to my senses. I realized that I am in 2017 which is far ahead of the time when India was struck with "INDIVIDUALITY VIRUS" . As a consequence of which ego raised, walls cropped up among people , man started excluding himself from the rest of the world in the name of personal growth and "so called" development, that too, personal development and finally broke the joint families. Now joint families exist very rarely in some parts of the country, in movies, on television and in the hearts of all those who are from big( in number) families.







© Written by Manaswini Pasumarthi

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  1. Apt Narration about Joint Families �� Good one @Manaswinu Pasumarthi

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    1. Thank you so much @ Raja Mettu for stopping by and leaving a kind word. It motivates me to write more.:)

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  2. It is a sweet dream. But social transformation cruelly took away the sweetness of life in the name of development. Sure and hope mankind may realise the dream of sweet family relations and revisited them in near future.

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