There is something about each culture…the big and little things. Even if you immersed yourself in it for your entire lifetime, it might take you another lifetime to learn it.
Let me describe the “returned with more love” tradition that is part of the Indian culture.
When I was a child, Mommy’s neighbors were always there for each other..for all the big and little things.
For example, let us assume Mommy ran out of filter coffee powder when a guest arrived. She would loan a cup of it from one of her neighbors. When she returned it back, it was not just the one cup of filter coffee powder. She added something more…maybe some jasmine flowers, some dessert or veggie item that she had made just then. Same with our neighbors. When they returned something to her, it was always something more. The reason I knew this…..was because I was the shuttle person back and forth…the neighborhood dabawala.
One of my lovely neighbors Thendral was sick last weekend. So, last Sunday, I made some extra sambar, extra rasam, extra veggies and sent Kumar to drop it off with her. She is a very good cook. I poured my heart into the cooking to ensure that her family had a pleasant lunch experience.
Today afternoon Thendral called me to say that she made some of my favorite payir payasam (it is a form of pudding) and was going to have her husband Viba drop it off.
I have the feeling that the making of the payir payasam was not an accident….it was made on intent….to stick with the age old tradition of “returned with more love”.
I hope you are keeping your social bank’s credit maxed out, debit at an all time minimum and always “returning everything with more love”.