In the evening, when the heat subsided a bit, I went to the neighborhood and sat with Nisha. Her mother-in-law had been ill for several days. I thought I'd bring news and sit down. While I was sitting, her three sisters-in-law also arrived. "Amma ji, how are you?"
As a courtesy, I asked and began to drink tea and water leisurely.
Then, one by one, they started talking about Amma ji. Only complaints. When I arrived, Amma ji said this, that, did this, that. After half an hour, everyone left, saying they had to prepare dinner. The children were waiting. No one even went to Amma ji's room.
After they left, I asked Nisha, "Nisha, Amma ji, she's been ill for a year now, and she's with you. Doesn't it occur to you to have someone else take care of her or do her work? She's everyone's mother."
I was stunned by her answer. She said, "Sister, my mother-in-law is the mother of seven children. She never cared for her own well-being in raising her children and giving them a good life. She raised them all well. What you see—my home, husband, son, and grandeur—all are my mother-in-law's gifts.
Everyone has their own understanding. I think about what to feed them, how much happiness to give them. My sons and daughters sit with their grandmother every morning and evening. She smiles at them. With her weak hands, she caresses their foreheads, faces, and bodies, and blesses them wholeheartedly.
When I bathe them, feed them, and care for them, the look of satisfaction that comes on my husband's face makes me feel blessed. It feels like I've found the greatest happiness in the world.
And then she said with great enthusiasm, "One more thing: wherever they live, there will be happiness in the house. This is my responsibility." "You've had your third child." Saying this, she sobbed and broke down in tears.
I was astonished to see her wisdom in this age. I hugged her and in my heart, I bowed to her and praised her. I see how some selfish people, even our own people, make all sorts of excuses and reject the very embodiment of their love and affection for their own freedom and comfort.
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