GHANTI MASISA

When in class IX I read in Rapid Reader, "Helen Keller Discovered the World”. She said that when you come across the beauty of garden, fresh air, mountain, river, sea or a set of circumstances, you tend to remember the memories associated in the similar situation happened in the past.

Today I remember Ghanti Masisa. She was a lady worth remembering on pre mother’s day. She became widow at a very young age. She had a small house in Ghoron ka chowk. She took the stitching work and was known as expert in Sari falls. This profession helped her in maintaining the family. She had two sons and two daughters. But she always remained alone post marriage of all siblings.

She used to come to us either by local bus or many times walking. She had tremendous sense of humour. When we came to city after passing middle school in a village, some times we used to go to her place. So Masisa would be cooking second time, as food will fall short of our unending appetite.

She was known as "Ghanti" (literary meaning "bell"), because she will never stop talking.

At the age of 78 she fell and passed away in Hospital. So Mithusa would come to us and say “I wanted to do Sewa of Baiji, but that Icchha is now not fulfilled”.