O mere Pind di Kuri........

I always wondered how it would feel if I came across anything from my previous birth or someone of my roots in Pakistan. While thinking of all this I always imagined it could only be some old person meeting me by chance and mentioning about the stories of my ancestors or his or her being known to them.

With the passage of time, when I turned 30, I lost all hope of coming across any such person. As in any eventuality that person would be over 90 to recall that time and mention it to me. The bleak possibility kept diminishing further in the last four years.

But i never knew He was keeping a track of my internal thoughts. And, here comes a girl in her early twenties mentioning something I couldn't believe for a moment. During my chatroom talks, we mentioned about our roots. And, she asked me the specific name of my ancestral village in Pakistan. I said it's "Kanjrur Dattan", as I was told by my late father.

She was surprised to hear this name, as she had it from her mother too. Suddenly, she went to her mother and returned with an pleasant reply: "My Nana ji belonged to the same village". Oh my my my...!! I couldn't believe that I could relate someone so loving, affectionate and caring to me for last so many years like that.

I had always asked her that I didn't know what fascinated me to talk to her always. She always took it like leg-pulling or a oft-repeated joke mentioned just like that. But that day both of us had found out the reason behind it. I was ecstatic and she was delighted too.

She promised me to visit my place and talk to my mother about our past. And, how we are related to each other at the roots. I developed a new sense of fascination for her presence in my life. I feel as if I have actually found someone from my past that I can relate to beyond relations with joy forever. Now, I affectionately call her 'mere Pind di Kuri.......:)