I am sketching my love to you on the backdrop of what mom told me of her days. I am referring to a period say 1948-1952. Dad was a black horse under all reckoning. I will be skipping too much of her version that I will tell at a later date. Mom started living with Dad at village when there was no house as such. A dilapidated kacha house was used as her honeymoon palace. Dad did not have any money as he was yet to have some work worth the name. Mom fetched with her a stitching machine of some british era time make. Dad was simply tossing the idea how to start his farming as there was no land worth for this purpose only jungle land was there. Mom started taking the work from her peer groups. It was hardly sufficient for their meals so to say like. There was an old dilapidated well on one side of the land scape. ( I will continue.) love today starting from the morning hr till this time hell non sense have been there but love mom never thought of a bloody concept of woman of substance. (I will continue) I was talking of a well. The well was abonded owing to weeds and slipping of sands making a just a fossil of a well so to say. The path to village well got obliterated with infestation of snakes and other such creeping animals so villagers hardly a couple of people started fetching water from river gaghar basin at a distance of say 15 km or so. Dad was having his experience of panchayat from his dad at hitherto western parts of punjab of british era. He did not have the official symbol by that time. Somehow his nerves worked and people got to know the wisdom of collective sense to speak like but gurudwara has no place in this venture. It took about 10 days for all to restore the well with his efforts derived from his ancestral experience and the like. Well was ready for domestic usu age. Dad knew that his job was not simple and he would not succeed at certain points. He went to his brother in law using the means of that period. Harichand was his name. A person of un defined nerves at mechanical work of wood work and metal together. Harichand helped the local carpenter and devised himself the shaft the pulley the buckets the pulling mechanism and the like. I remember it took them one month with a promised barter system and the well was ready for agriculture lifting of water. The later story I will write on your some different snap.
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