pickle of life

They say that if you like someone's homemade pickles, you become a part of their family. Childhood is filled with many sweet and sour memories. One such memory in my life is "pickles." I was 12 years old when I left my hometown for another. A new city, a new school, and new people. Amidst all this, I met a new face, "Sarang." She was as beautiful and charming as her name. I thought she would face many difficulties in the new city and school, but with Sarang, everything seemed easy. I became friends with her on the very first day. I remember that whenever she opened her lunch box, a crowd of people would gather around her. Everyone wanted only one thing from her lunch box: her grandmother's pickles. They were truly delicious. I felt a little strange, but then I realized that it wasn't just for that day, but for the entire day. Every afternoon, when she opened her lunch box, people would come to her just for the pickles. I realized the whole class was crazy about his pickles. Slowly, I began to understand everything, but I had grown very close to Sarang. One day, I even tasted his pickles. The taste was like traveling through a sweet and sour world. The effect and the many questions that followed truly enhanced the taste of the food. I felt a desire to meet the pickle maker. I said to him, "I want to meet your grandmother." He said, "Okay, let's go." One day, during the holidays, I went to his house. I saw his grandmother. The smile on her face made me feel as if I had known her for a long time. His grandmother was the only one in his house. I had no idea he had no parents, but today, I was deeply saddened to learn about it. Staying at his house all day made me realize what I lacked. Gradually, I became accustomed to his pickles. I also became accustomed to visiting my grandmother every holiday. After a few months, her health began to deteriorate. She had to travel from one city to another for treatment. Sarang's aunt said to him, "Come, stay with me. I'll take care of both you and Grandma." He had no other choice. Today was the day Sarang was leaving with her grandmother. I went to meet her. Her departure was like a tear in my heart. Tears welled up in my eyes. Sarang was crying with me. Then Grandma said to us, "Don't worry, we'll be back soon. And if we can't, you two can meet sometimes. Why worry? You can talk every day." Hearing Grandma's words, we both smiled, but tears still lingered in our eyes. Handing me the pickle jar, Grandma said, "Along with the taste of the pickles, remember me too. Don't forget me." Placing her hand on my head, Grandma looked at me lovingly. After Sarang left, I was left alone. We used to talk for hours every day, but loneliness lingered between us. We talked for a few days, but I don't know what happened. Whenever I tried Sarang's number, her phone wouldn't ring. I tried repeatedly for months, but couldn't reach her, and I also lost the love of my friend and grandmother. I was always worried about what would happen, but I had no way to talk to her. It's been 22 years since this incident, but Grandma Sarang and her pickles are still vivid in my memories. My 10-year-old daughter would tell me every day, "Mom, make pickles for me." I don't know why she said this. One day, she said, "My friend makes delicious pickles. Why don't you get the recipe from her mother? Make the same pickles." Her words brought me back to my childhood. Then I decided to visit her friend's mother. I couldn't reach her. My daughter told her friend she wanted pickles. The very next day, someone brought a jar of pickles to my house. Everything felt strange, but seeing the pickles took me back to my 22 -year-old life.I decided to meet or talk to my daughter's friend's mother. Perhaps it was necessary, because the taste of the pickle felt so familiar to me. It felt like my grandmother's pickle. Perhaps my desire to meet Sarang had been growing, and now she had found a reason to find him. Today, when I went to meet her with my daughter, I saw my Sarang standing in front of me, wearing a beautiful blue saree. I had so much to talk about, and so much anger I wanted to show her. But when I saw her, it felt as if everything had vanished. I just hugged her and remained silent. Seeing Sarang felt like my life had returned, and so many old memories had returned.....!!  

      Pickles not only add flavor to food, but they are a family tradition passed down for generations. Pickles have a unique flavor. We both had so much to talk about, and now we just wanted to tell each other about our lives. I had my life back in my favor, and I would never let this pickle take me away from me again I  promised myself.......!!