Raining night, sitting on the side of the table, slightly bored, I wanted to strike a conversation with the man on the other table of the restaurant. His eyes were bright, reflecting erudition and experience.
For some reason I don’t know, rather than asking about him, I asked him about his dad and his ancestors. I learnt that his dad was a farmer, his father used to plough all the land by himself. He was very strong, had lot of property and was respected by all people of the community.
I understood that back in his days there was no electricity, they used lamps to light up the place and marriage meant that the girl would be chosen for you from your parents. He was quite courageous. He was the first one to go to school in his community. Learnt a trade and left the village to go work in a town.
His adventures were never few. Once while coming back from the farm, watering the crops, he saw smoke. Smoke from a nearby house. He called his brother, together with 2 pots; they drew as much water from the well and doused the fire. He saved a man’s life.
He said his father did not care much about him. He did all by himself. He was a sell-made man. He worked hard in the city, built a house for himself. Then he retired from the job at city and came back to village built a house there too. I learned that building a house is a big achievement in the community as it indicates wealth and progress.
He tried to give his children, everything he never got. Education, opportunities and a better life.
He was quite superstitious, you thrive with the harmony of all the forces beside you. Ambition, desire and a good heart. He achieved many thing in life, with those qualities.
This is one of most amazing conversation I ever had. I realized sometimes the best stories are not that famous, they are not known to many people and that every one of us has one Grammy award winning script. Question is not who do you ask, it is do you ask?