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Strength Is Not Always Loud

If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?

If I could be someone else for a day, I would choose to be my grandmother.

When she got married and came into this family, she was completely alone. She had no support system, no lobby, and no one to defend her, especially since she came from a completely different family background. Despite this, she treated everyone with kindness and respect. She was extremely good to people, even to those who were jealous of her and secretly plotted against her or her children.

Many women in the family were insecure because she was more graceful, capable, and dignified than anyone else. Yet she never showed arrogance. She remained humble and carried herself with elegance. I often wonder how it feels to respond to envy and negativity with such calmness and grace.

People often tell me that I resemble her. That comparison is an honor, but it also makes me reflect deeply. I don’t feel like I am even half as strong as my dadi was. She faced difficult situations with patience and faith. She always told me to pray — in good days and in bad. She believed that prayer keeps a person steady through hardship and humble during ease. I think that is what helped her survive everything with dignity.

If I could be her for a day, I would want to understand her strength — how she stayed kind in the face of unkindness and calm while others secretly competed with her. A part of me sometimes wishes she had put people in their place. Still, her patience, faith, and quiet power are what make her truly remarkable. I would want to experience that inner strength and learn from it.

Life is never easy. It is a constant struggle. No one has it easy. Our times have become more complicated because of constant comparison, especially on social media. I prefer a simpler life — away from the spotlight, in peace, where people do not know my personal business.

I believe peace matters more than attention. And sometimes, distance is necessary, even from people related by blood. Because being family does not always mean being good.

Tribute 🤍

You were the most gentlest soul. So forgiving, kind and warm. Your loss left a void or a hole in my chest which won’t ever be filled. No matter how many people I meet but that space left behind will never be filled by anyone.

Years after you left us, I read this quote on how cruel and difficult life has to be for someone to become so kind. Life was never easy for you. You were so young; came into a completely different family. The challenges you faced because of someone else’s insecurities and lack of morals. Your grace and your approach are still talked about in all the tribal family. I wish times weren’t so cruel and people weren’t that heartless.

I still remember the first time when I was travelling to The States and That one last hug I gave you while I wept thinking how fragile and old you were and questioned If I will ever be able to hold you again. It was a horrible feeling. I just wept for the entire time on your shoulder, you knew I was upset of going so far away for so long yet you just sat there quietly. Our tea times, Ludo (you always chose the blue color) games, how I used to think of you everytime I used to go for shopping and you told me you liked blues, greens and mustards. I always used to see what to get for you before proceeding with what I wanted for myself. Whenever we used to be on our flight back from vacation the only excitement I had was to see you. I knew there’s one person back home eagerly waiting and praying for our safe return. When you left that feeling ended and there was nothing to come back to.

The way you used to tell me about my craze to buy things and shop. The careless way I would talk my heart out and gossip with you. The two bedtime stories you used to tell us before we slept, and always used to hear it with the same level of excitement.

When you left I just felt empty. I couldn’t talk about your absence/loss for over a month. I used to wake and check my phone for your missed call, I was so used to talking to you first thing in the morning that I wanted to believe you might have called. Every time someone would bring up what had happened i’d just tear up and tried to focus on breathing. You’re in a place where there’s peace and your loved ones. Hopefully we meet on the right time because I want to hold you forever.

I’m leaving a digital footprint. For years to come. Because you need to remembered forever. People and bonds like you are impossible to find.

-12th November 2018

This post is dedicated to my Dadi (Paternal Grandmother).

You will forever be there in our hearts and we’ll tell about your gentleness and kindness to the people who weren’t lucky enough to meet you.

From your beloved grand daughter;

Sehr