Pahadi Jito was a very old blind woman who lived in the small house that backed up into the hillside cave on the cliff on the high mountains above the village of Trishul-ki-chatti. The peepul tree, the great old peepul tree at the edge of the cliff was probably more than four hundred years old and was remarkable for its history and the many stories that were attached to it for many long years.
She knew the story of the peepul from her grandmother who had said that her grandmother had spoken about it with the story of how Aurangzeb's armies had come in search of his brother who was thought to be hiding in the high Himalayas near the village of Trishul-ki-chatti.
The very old blind woman always claimed that she was related to some of the extended families of one of the soldiers and nobody disbelieved her. She was the only one who seemed to know all the old stories and some stories that the descendants of the soldiers had not heard about.
She was commonly called by the name of Pahadi Jito because of her house that had been built into a cave. Nobody knew if that was her actual name and nobody questioned her. People did not make fun of her blindness or her age as she was respected by the elders and the youngsters had been asked to remember that.
Pahadi Jito was the one who had returned from the dead and that made everyone fearful of her. She would come out of her house and sit below the great old peepul tree to feel the warm breeze that would rise up from the river valleys below the cliff. This was the only spot in the village where one could sense the warm air as it came up from over the oaks and poplars and rhododendrons on the slopes.
Every day, Bhoora would bring up some food for Jito from his house and they would eat together. At just about noon, Jito would return to her house and take her nap. On some days when Bhoora would travel to the valley below on work, his wife, Rajjo would come up and sit with her. Rajjo would help Jito and clean up the room and do up the bed. Unlike the silence with Bhoora, the ladies would talk to each other and would speak of the many and not so many events and happenings in the village.
Pahadi Jito would listen to these stories and would speak knowingly about each family and their houses and the streets on which they lived. Jito knew the trees on these streets as she had to touch and hold on to each one and knew the number of steps it took her to walk from one house to the other.
It had not been so dismal for Jito. She had lost her eyes to an unexplained illness from the epidemic that had killed many in the village. It had been gradual and she had accepted it. She was grateful that she was alive and on some days she was happy that she had become blind.
The epidemic had taken away her husband and her parents and her son and daughter. The village headman and the panchayat had thought that Jito was infected very badly and was about to die. They had carried her away with four others similarly given up for dead to the cave at the cliff on the mountain slope above the village.
Her house had been burnt down along with her dead family members and the entire place and rubble had been flattened out and covered over with soil. They had burnt garbage and dry refuse on the site for the next five years on her house and such other houses to make sure that the epidemic would not return.
The villagers discovered Jito to be alive and sitting below the peepul tree when they went up with another infected and thought-to-be fatal person. All others left in the cave had died. They had returned and spoke about her being alive but blind and moving about. It was discussed in the panchayat and they decided that it would be good to leave some food and drinking water for her at the peepul tree and let her know. The villagers were very superstitious and they did not want to upset the spirits and gods by not taking care of a person who had returned from the dead.
On some days when Jito sat under the peepul tree at the edge of the cliff, she could recollect her peaceful family life. Her parents had been living with her during the epidemic. They had come to visit her and her family to greet them on the occasion that Jito's daughter had gained puberty. It was an important and joyous occasion.
It had been difficult for Jito to explain to her daughter about puberty. She had only been eleven years old and Jito could very vividly remember her daughter's large innocent eyes and the sad surprise that now she would have to suffer from this matter for every month. Jito tried to explain to her that it would be strange only for the first 3-4 months and she would get used to it.
Her daughter had asked her in a very sad voice, "How can one get used to bleeding each month? Will my friends and villagers laugh at me?"
Jito could never forget that day. Going against all convention in the village, she had hugged her daughter and had held her tight to her. Now, as she sat under the peepul tree, she was grateful for her blindness. She could always see within herself and see her daughter and feel her sobbing body as she had held on to Jito with all her strength. She would hug herself every day, sitting under the peepul tree and would keep talking to her daughter.
Just three days after that conversation, her entire family was dead and Jito had become one of the badly infected persons who were to be left aside to die by themselves. She tried very hard, every day, to recollect her days in the cave but she could not. She had been badly sick, very weak and hungry and thirsty. The villagers had not provided any food or water for fear of infection if they would come up repeatedly.
Jito had not panicked when she realized that she could not see. She had thought that she was dead and that this was how it was after death. After some hours she had felt hungry and thirsty and recognized that she was not dead but had lost her eyesight.
She knew of the cave. She had been here since her childhood days and had played at the cliff with her friends. She had come up to the cliff with her husband to get away from her family and neighbors and to sit with him. They had loved to sit below the peepul tree. They had walked about here, searching for flowers to gather and take home for prayers.
Jito remembered that there was a very slow and thin trickle of spring water amidst the rocks of the cliff and once her husband had got some leaves and flowers from near that stream. Jito had crawled out of the cave and got some water to drink at that spring and that had saved her.
She was however more grateful to the peepul tree. She had sat there, alone, through two days and three nights, feeling the warm wind that came up from the river valley. They had brought in all the memories along with the fresh breeze and had given her the strength that she needed. She ate the flowers as she knew that she could and survived with the help of the spring water and all the minerals that it contained.
The villagers had found her sitting below the peepul tree and they had let her be. The four others in the cave had died and the panchayat officer from the valley below had been angry. He had the bodies shifted and got them cremated at a special place that had been so created after the epidemic. The panchayat office from the valley had sent a team of sanitary workers to clean and disinfect the cave and washed it thoroughly. They had also burnt a tremendous amount of dry grass and wood within the cave to make sure that it was cleaned up.
They shared their food with Jito and a medical assistant had given her some injections and medicines. They had left all their camping supplies and stoves behind with her and Jito had moved in and started living in the cave.
Bharat Bhushan D#3+4
She knew the story of the peepul from her grandmother who had said that her grandmother had spoken about it with the story of how Aurangzeb's armies had come in search of his brother who was thought to be hiding in the high Himalayas near the village of Trishul-ki-chatti.
The very old blind woman always claimed that she was related to some of the extended families of one of the soldiers and nobody disbelieved her. She was the only one who seemed to know all the old stories and some stories that the descendants of the soldiers had not heard about.
She was commonly called by the name of Pahadi Jito because of her house that had been built into a cave. Nobody knew if that was her actual name and nobody questioned her. People did not make fun of her blindness or her age as she was respected by the elders and the youngsters had been asked to remember that.
Pahadi Jito was the one who had returned from the dead and that made everyone fearful of her. She would come out of her house and sit below the great old peepul tree to feel the warm breeze that would rise up from the river valleys below the cliff. This was the only spot in the village where one could sense the warm air as it came up from over the oaks and poplars and rhododendrons on the slopes.
Every day, Bhoora would bring up some food for Jito from his house and they would eat together. At just about noon, Jito would return to her house and take her nap. On some days when Bhoora would travel to the valley below on work, his wife, Rajjo would come up and sit with her. Rajjo would help Jito and clean up the room and do up the bed. Unlike the silence with Bhoora, the ladies would talk to each other and would speak of the many and not so many events and happenings in the village.
Pahadi Jito would listen to these stories and would speak knowingly about each family and their houses and the streets on which they lived. Jito knew the trees on these streets as she had to touch and hold on to each one and knew the number of steps it took her to walk from one house to the other.
It had not been so dismal for Jito. She had lost her eyes to an unexplained illness from the epidemic that had killed many in the village. It had been gradual and she had accepted it. She was grateful that she was alive and on some days she was happy that she had become blind.
The epidemic had taken away her husband and her parents and her son and daughter. The village headman and the panchayat had thought that Jito was infected very badly and was about to die. They had carried her away with four others similarly given up for dead to the cave at the cliff on the mountain slope above the village.
Her house had been burnt down along with her dead family members and the entire place and rubble had been flattened out and covered over with soil. They had burnt garbage and dry refuse on the site for the next five years on her house and such other houses to make sure that the epidemic would not return.
The villagers discovered Jito to be alive and sitting below the peepul tree when they went up with another infected and thought-to-be fatal person. All others left in the cave had died. They had returned and spoke about her being alive but blind and moving about. It was discussed in the panchayat and they decided that it would be good to leave some food and drinking water for her at the peepul tree and let her know. The villagers were very superstitious and they did not want to upset the spirits and gods by not taking care of a person who had returned from the dead.
On some days when Jito sat under the peepul tree at the edge of the cliff, she could recollect her peaceful family life. Her parents had been living with her during the epidemic. They had come to visit her and her family to greet them on the occasion that Jito's daughter had gained puberty. It was an important and joyous occasion.
It had been difficult for Jito to explain to her daughter about puberty. She had only been eleven years old and Jito could very vividly remember her daughter's large innocent eyes and the sad surprise that now she would have to suffer from this matter for every month. Jito tried to explain to her that it would be strange only for the first 3-4 months and she would get used to it.
Her daughter had asked her in a very sad voice, "How can one get used to bleeding each month? Will my friends and villagers laugh at me?"
Jito could never forget that day. Going against all convention in the village, she had hugged her daughter and had held her tight to her. Now, as she sat under the peepul tree, she was grateful for her blindness. She could always see within herself and see her daughter and feel her sobbing body as she had held on to Jito with all her strength. She would hug herself every day, sitting under the peepul tree and would keep talking to her daughter.
Just three days after that conversation, her entire family was dead and Jito had become one of the badly infected persons who were to be left aside to die by themselves. She tried very hard, every day, to recollect her days in the cave but she could not. She had been badly sick, very weak and hungry and thirsty. The villagers had not provided any food or water for fear of infection if they would come up repeatedly.
Jito had not panicked when she realized that she could not see. She had thought that she was dead and that this was how it was after death. After some hours she had felt hungry and thirsty and recognized that she was not dead but had lost her eyesight.
She knew of the cave. She had been here since her childhood days and had played at the cliff with her friends. She had come up to the cliff with her husband to get away from her family and neighbors and to sit with him. They had loved to sit below the peepul tree. They had walked about here, searching for flowers to gather and take home for prayers.
Jito remembered that there was a very slow and thin trickle of spring water amidst the rocks of the cliff and once her husband had got some leaves and flowers from near that stream. Jito had crawled out of the cave and got some water to drink at that spring and that had saved her.
She was however more grateful to the peepul tree. She had sat there, alone, through two days and three nights, feeling the warm wind that came up from the river valley. They had brought in all the memories along with the fresh breeze and had given her the strength that she needed. She ate the flowers as she knew that she could and survived with the help of the spring water and all the minerals that it contained.
The villagers had found her sitting below the peepul tree and they had let her be. The four others in the cave had died and the panchayat officer from the valley below had been angry. He had the bodies shifted and got them cremated at a special place that had been so created after the epidemic. The panchayat office from the valley had sent a team of sanitary workers to clean and disinfect the cave and washed it thoroughly. They had also burnt a tremendous amount of dry grass and wood within the cave to make sure that it was cleaned up.
They shared their food with Jito and a medical assistant had given her some injections and medicines. They had left all their camping supplies and stoves behind with her and Jito had moved in and started living in the cave.
Bharat Bhushan D#3+4
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