Tag: prayer

This story is about me and my mother.   I'm Suraj a 21 year old man from Karnataka, who lives along with my mother on a farm.   My mom married my father when she was only eighteen and my father was then thirty one.   I was born when my mom was twenty.   My father was not health conscious his food habits were not good and he used to drink on a regular basis.   But my mom always avoided oily food and the daily chores kept her fit.   By the time I was sixteen my father fell ill seriously and, after remaining bedridden for nearly a year, he died.The village I lives is like stuck 100 years back in the past.   Still our farm produces enough to keep us going.   After the death of my father I took the responsibility of my family.   I never felt the loss of my father but Mother continued to hang a fresh garland of flowers over his picture once a week.   She's traditional like that.Let me describe about my mom a little.   She is forty one