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GOOD SAMARITANS

The recent death of Mr. Narayan Reddy the famous stalwart cook of grandpa kitchen, had sent me into deep reverie.  The demise of this septuagenarian is lose to all those kids whom he had fed with all love and care. All this brought to me the very image of all those septuagenarians and above who possesses  the warmth and bonhomie feeling. I always wonder how my mother and her sister siblings are so loving and always being hospitable. Not only my mother that entire generation I owe them a huge respect. I am in late forties, but with all shame I tell your I get panic when extra members come to my  home during lunch or dinner time. It is not that I don’t have heart to welcome them, but I don’t know how much, what and where to start my preparation. Many a time I feel it a great  inconvenience, in contrast I wonder from where would that generation get that spirit to cook and serve with all affection and  care. I ponder what is wrong with us. Is it that we are too busy to accommodate or accept an extra member. Like our homes has our hearts too became congested. I often see my mother crestfallen when I don’t respond to any guest who visits my home, where as she receives my friends or colleagues even the people from my in-laws with same comaradeire spirit. It is not certainly brought up or anything else. Some where we are missing something. But our busy schedules do not allow us to waste our time to dwell about such matters, and we prefer to move on. It is sad to think that one more aspect of our culture is getting lost in the tide of modern life style that is hospitality. Adithidevo Bava is just a glossy sayings confined to tourism brochures and advertisements. With a deep sigh I too move on just praying that people of my mom’s generation should live longer

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