How heavy is the word FAREWELL? Just hearing it makes the mind restless. Whether the farewell is the final departure of the heroic soldiers or relatives or the farewell given to a daughter when she leaves to go to her in-law’s house.
I’m well aware that I’m talking about the same things which everyone knows and yet here I am writing about it. From the moment a daughter is born, everyone understands that we have to give her away to another family, no matter how much we pamper her. We try our best to fulfill every dream of hers. Inculcate values and manners in her so that she grows up to be a good human being and is lovingly welcomed in another’s family.
Knowing that where we are sending her, is eventually going to be her home, yet we take all the precautionary measures so that she is not left craving or doesn’t need to ask for anything.
Now sit back and ponder ..! Don’t we think twice before handing something precious to someone, wondering whether they will look after it or not. Then this is our daughter, the heartbeat of our house, the most beautiful flower of our garden, the apple of our eyes. How ironical that in some customs, when she leaves the world, the last veil that a daughter is draped in should be from her mother’s house?!
However strong a man might be, but even he falls apart when giving his daughter’s hand to the groom and bidding them farewell.
Lifelong pampered and loved daughter is one day bid farewell. I think Kanyadan made by parents is the best form of donation this world will ever see. I humbly bow down in respect to such generous donors of our society.
Written by: Jagruti Kaila, Morbi.
Translated by: Shamim Merchant, Mumbai.
