Memories pickled in the jar of life
The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood’s years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimm’d and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! My mother lost her father when she was 6 years old. However, the extended family took care of her and her siblings. She took the names of certain uncles and aunts with a lot of love and respect. She told me that poverty of love is the biggest poverty and luckily she never had to face poverty of love. The old couple in the picture is Late Dr. Haranath Hazarika (Koka) and the Late Smti Swarnaprava Hazarika (Aita). Aita is my own grandmother’s younger sister. This couple was very close to my mother and her family and took great care of them. My mother used to say that as she grew, Aita in addition to being a senior Aunt was also a friend and mentor who guided her and taught her a lot of things that a girl growing up in olden times needed to know. Koka was the most handsome man in...