My Grandfather Ganga Prasad was having several acres of land which was given to various landless people for tilling and producing sugar cane. This partnership program which was prevalent those days helped landless people to take half of the produce on which they worked and handed over the other half to the owner of the land. My grandfather hardly visited the fields and spends most of the time in wrestling with few other village youths. The only time he took some time out to visit his fields were during the crop cutting season to ensure that the partners did not cheat him by moving out some produce from the field even before he come to know about them. His aim in life was to take life as it comes and not bother too much about what will happen tomorrow. His father had left him large land and a good house by the village standards. He was content to get half of the produce from his fields as he did not have to toil in the fields. With four children, three of them boys, he had further no reasons to worry. Out of seven children only four had survived. Three died just after their birth. Age gap between the eldest son Hari and youngest daughter Chandra was more than twenty years. There could have been more children as per the village social norms, but my grandmother became very sick and could take no more. It was common for daughter and mother to have children of same age. After giving birth to the youngest daughter, she was almost bed ridden. Chandra was three years younger to my father who was lovingly called “Ram” by his mother. Shyam, the elder brother was fifteen years older to my father and three years younger to Hari. My father and Chandra were very young compared to the elder two brothers who themselves were of marriageable age. This was the reason; my father and Chandra were very close and spend most of the time together, playing around their mother in the hut.Popularity: 3% [?]
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Denis Wilson
March 8th, 2008 at 1:52 pm
1Is the photos real from your father’s village? If not, can you get few snaps and post it. You can make this series into a story. Cool!!
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