My mother and Autari Lama

Poush 17, 2081

Ishwar Pokhrel

My mother and Autari Lama

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when i cry

When I cried,

, I said 'mother' to express my pain! In the absence of

, I asked 'mother' to fulfill the need for

!

I remembered 'mother' when I cried from the torture and pain

!

I shed my mother in tears!

Once upon a time,

Kaal tried to swallow with his mouth wide open,

I kept myself safe with the help of my mother's power!

This mother-

should not be with me today,

but, she is safe

towards mother

Respect in the heart

And memories that will never fade!

Loving mother!

In the memory of the children,

will continue to be a source of love!

Many children of our mother! One will be born less than two years after birth! Twelve children were born in a row. 

The work of giving birth, raising and raising children in the immediate environment was not only challenging, but also not less difficult! The declining economic condition of the house, the husband who was becoming unwell, and the growing adversity of the family environment were compounding. Yes, I was born from my mother's womb for forty years amidst such adversity. Being born in such a situation, I was not in a position to get good care, nutritious food and necessary medicines. In the midst of adversity and busyness, mother did whatever she could, whatever she knew, according to my care. The youngest child was covered by the blanket of maternal affection.

But, I was sick since childhood. Later, as my mother told me, I used to get bruises all over my body. No matter how much the mother tried, Khatira did not recover. My stomach could not digest anything. Diarrhea often! My condition was very serious - the skin was clearly visible. My mother also told me how many times my nails fell off after my hands and feet got dry.

I always get sick. According to the treatment custom of that time, even after using many herbs and weed, my condition could not be improved. The situation became more and more critical. One day after a year and a half, I almost reached my last state. Due to the sores spread throughout the body, the fever will continue! What is needed after continuous diarrhea on top of that! He tried to catch his breath, his heart was beating slowly. Even the wrist stopped moving! 

Seeing my condition, my mother was shocked and cried. He begged if there was any way to save me. In the same situation, the neighbor Basnetani Amai says - "The big house of the lake should bring autari lamaak." He gets well soon after taking the herb.”

Basnetani I am also talking about helping my mother to take me there. Basnetani, after receiving so much support from me, my mother brought me to Thanga in a group. Mahili sister, who has understood things well, has also been taken along by her mother!

You brought me to the bottom of Rupnalu and the slopes of Thotne. When I was walking on the bank of the river, once my body was completely cold and my mother cried, "My son is gone." Thinking that I was dead after seeing no signs of life, my mother put me on a stone and started running again! After a long time, how is it, I can see that my breath is starting to move. 

The body has also become a little hot. And they say - "Mukhini, Nani are already there, you have not said anything to them!" Let's go quickly."

After that, the mother hugged her and said, "My father, nothing has happened to you, you will live!" Uphill of Sanitar, Okhaldhunga and Pattale Lake bordering Solu, the mothers walked to live in the village (Thulagaon) of Autari!

After evening, Jamak took his son who was on the verge of death to the house of Autari Lama, and with the tears flowing in his eyes, Sapko Sari lit a lamp of hope in his heart and persuaded him to 'save my son'. With Lama!

At that time, there was only one hope in his heart - Autari Lama. With the support of that hope, he looked at Autari Lama and his dying son with hopeful eyes. The lama spent a long time and performed many methods. They have swallowed many herbs and put their juice in my mouth! My mother told me later - I was a bit restless since that night! My mother was happy with my change. Basnetani myself and Mahili sister who were also happy. My mother had spent the second night in the same Autari Lama's house so that my illness would be cured properly!

My mother was very happy when I was getting better with the medicinal root of Autari Lama. Mother's face was happy when she saw that I started to laugh when I was getting better. He was also smiling with me! Perhaps he looked at Autari Lama with a smiling face expressing gratitude for his son's survival!

Autari Lama gave me some medicine at that time, mother did not know that much. However, he was very happy and shed tears of gratitude. At that time he gave all the money he had brought with him to the lama. He had talked to Ray Lama that he would never forget the healing of his son! 

When I was robbed in the arms of my mother who was about to return home, Autari Lama put his hand on my head and told me that 'nothing will happen now'! Even after that incident, mother had narrated it many times.

“Mukhini, nothing will happen to your son now. Time won't touch him, he's a big man, he won't even stay at home with you, rest assured!" Mother always used to tell the same things that Autari Lama told her while walking.

In recent days, mother used to say to me from time to time - "Look, father, you are becoming a big man, the person who saved you, who protected your life must have died. But, when he goes to his house in Thulagaon, he sees how sad there is. Roads, drinking water, roads should be built, let them be built! They saved your life!”

I have not been able to forget those words my mother used to tell me till the end of her life. While traveling between Okhaldhunga and Solu, I often stay for some time at Pattale Lake. I am enthralled by the beautiful scenery there. Pattale Lake at an altitude of 2,965 meters is very picturesque. From that height, you can see not only high mountains, but also six snow peaks above 8000 meters (E50, Kanchaljunga, Lhotse, Makalu, Choyu and Sisapangma Himal in Tibet, China). 

But, instead of being mesmerized by that unique sight, I am remembering the mother who gave birth to me and the Atari Lama who gave me life at the same time.

I am dead, and my mother, who has taken me to Autari Lama by crossing a long, difficult road, saves me from the mouth of death.

Blessed my mother! Blessed is the Lama who saved me!

Ishwar

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