I’ve been away from home for more than three months now and I’d never imagined I’d feel the things I’m feeling now.
Parents are your roots, you know. They are your true one and only.
I always fancied the idea of romance and I thought I wanted my life to be about love and I wanted to love this way and that way, do certain things, and love beyond love and all those things. And I’ve realized that if you manage to do all these things, and even greater things (if you have anything in mind), it’s all just.. ashes if you don’t have your true one and only.
Lovers and friends come and go.
True love comes around, very rarely. And if you have to be very very lucky to keep it.
The constant of life and the universe can reside in those two humans.
I’m not embarrassed to admit that I’ve wanted to get married for the longest time. The longest.
And now that I’m away from home, and maybe a few years from now I’ll marry someone and have a family of mine, become their anchor, what will become of my constants then?
The fear grips me on some days and I run home. I run home despite every other thing in life. We have so little time to be doing anything else, but loving. Yes?
Madhaniya just makes me sit still and wonder. About my parents, about love, about my brother, about leaving home to start another, and everything in between. Each time.
So beautiful and so painful, isn’t it?
Listen to this beautiful rendition of this folk Punjabi song by Neha Bhasin. I’ve not been able to get over this song and it’s been a while. A while.
The word ‘Madhaniya’ means a milk churn.
This song is about everything a girl remembers when she leaves home.
The insignificantly insignificant things.
The blindingly ordinary ones.
Here’s my interpretation of it:
Haye ve mereya dadya rabba
Kinna jamiya, kinane lae jaaniya haye
Oh lord, the Almighty.. Look at how
I’m born to someone
And someone else will take me away now
She remembers the way chickpeas are cooked at home. Her mom’s recipe. Possibly her favourite.
Babul tere mehala vicho satrangiya kabutar bole haye
Father, look. As I’m ready to fly away, the rainbow pigeons are singing
Ever so slowly.
Babul tere mehala vicho teri lado pardesan hoi haye
Dear father.. In her own home, soon your beloved daughter will become a stranger
She was made to.
Mere apne vira ne dola tor ke aga nu keeta hai.
My own brothers who I laughed and played with
Will be the ones softly carrying my palanquin.. Bidding my farewell.
Maawan thiyan milan lagiyaan chare kandha ne chaubaare diya haliyaan hai
I remember embracing my mother and felt the entire four walls of the house shaking
Like my entire home was.. weeping.