My daughter was mentioning some friends whose dream was to go to US. For studies, and to stay on.
I was wondering what made people want to go. And give up their claim on this very soil. And the claim of the soil on them.
The soil that blesses.
"Its not even that they are moving for work, as the indentured labour of those times.", I said.
Daughter, "No, no. The people of our village will not go. Can you imagine Eashwaramma relocating to US given a chance. Or Annasamy Anna. They will not give up their village, their gods. Their land."
She was right. It requires a certian degree of loss of roots, to contemplate the giving up of roots ...
To be able to live on this soil. To succumb to the claim of this soil. Is the greatest of all blessings.
To lose that the greatest of losses.
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