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| Diary entry by my father made on 7.6.2002 |
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To add a place at table
Or share a bed
Or move your clothes a bit
This is sharing
To make room for another
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My grandmothers were strong
They followed ploughs and bent to toil
They moved through fields sowing seeds
They touched Earth and grain grew
They were full of sturdiness and song
My grandmothers were strong
They spun cotton into thread
On the charkha
And made cloth to dress their children
My grandmothers were strong
They milked cows and buffaloes
And boiled the milk to
Make curd and then butter
And fed the family with
Milk, butter milk and butter
They loved their families
Yes my grandmothers were strong
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| Jaswant Singh Matharu |
This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.
In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.
I share the pages of one of his diaries here.
