Mom was skilled at many things: stitching, her knowledge of literature, mythology, her excellent teaching ability, certain culinary preparations…
Yet, she is remembered for very different reasons: a maid working at a neighbour’s house remembers mom for giving her guavas for her children whenever she met her, an old neighbour remembers how mom gifted her a pair of woollen socks to keep her feet warm in winter, another old neighbour remembers her for keeping her money safe (she gave it to mom to prevent her son and daughter in law from stealing it from her), and still another remembers her as a person who remained upbeat despite all the trials and never said bad of others. One of my uncles remembers her for being the sole person to help him out of a sticky patch when everyone else had left. A neighbour still drops by and cries, even after all these months, at the mere mention of her name and at the unfairness of it all.
At the end of the day, what we leave behind is what we are remembered by; skilful we may be but it’s more worthwhile to be a generous soul.
In a world where everyone is trying to take things away from you, be it your promotion, your job, your love or reason for living, it’s a rare and priceless gift to know a giving soul.