We have a joint family. We have a helper, Asha buaji, in our house. She is an elderly lady and walks with a little limp. But that does not slow her down in helping with the activity. Actually, Asha bua is present everywhere.
There are nine kids in our house. Asha bua knows the grades of every kid in our house. She keeps track of the classes of every kid at home. She keeps instructing the cook at home to hurry up with the food so that nobody gets late for the office or school.
I don’t remember a time when I came home and always saw Asha bua doing something or other. In and never saw BuA sitting idle. She was always full of energy. She is a shoulder to cry on. A friendly ear to listen to kids' emotional problems. She is a gentle reminder to kids when they make a mistake or neglect their studies. She sees to it that elders are never without coffee, despite the occasional absence of raw coffee in our house. She is excellent at managing things.
Now I am away from home. I remember all those motherly traits of Asha bua. When I think of her, her limp is not the first thing that comes to mind. Her wrinkles seem an important part of her beauty. All I remember is her heart and the immense love she had for all of us. All I remember is her radiant smile when we called out"Asha Bua."
The moral of the story is friends People’s actions make them beautiful. And yes, my Asha bua is supremely beautiful
