Since teenage

Ch-03

The days following the Nagar Kirtan were filled with a quiet calm in Kartarpura, yet for Geet, there was a growing restlessness. With only her Dadi as her family, she had always felt anchored, tied deeply to her village and her grandmother's love. But now, a feeling was stirring—a sense that there was something more for her to discover beyond Kartarpura.

One morning, Geet sat alone by the fields, watching the golden crops sway in the breeze. Her Dadi had often told her stories of their ancestors, who had lived on this land for generations, giving it life and strength. This land was her heritage, but she found herself yearning to experience more.

Later that evening, as they sat together, Dadi noticed Geet’s distracted gaze.

“Geet puttar, tu kuch sochdi payi hai?” Dadi asked, her voice tender, her old, wise eyes watching Geet.
("Geet, my dear, are you thinking about something?")

Geet hesitated but then nodded. “Dadi, main sochdi aan ki shayad main shehar jaavan padhai layi. Main kuch vadda karna chahundi haan,” she said, her voice steady but full of hope.
("Dadi, I’m thinking that maybe I should go to the city to study. I want to do something big.")

Dadi looked at her in silence, her eyes filled with an emotion Geet couldn’t quite decipher. After a long pause, she finally spoke, her voice soft yet firm.

“Meri Geet, tu iklauta sahaara hai. Par agar tera dil shehar nu bulanda hai, te tainu jaana chahida hai,” Dadi said, her voice laced with pride and a hint of sadness.
("My Geet, you are my only support. But if your heart calls you to the city, then you should go.")

Geet’s eyes filled with gratitude, and she took her grandmother’s hand, squeezing it gently. “Thank you, Dadi. I promise, I’ll make you proud.”

The days passed quickly as Geet prepared to leave. Her few belongings were packed carefully, and each evening, she sat with Dadi, listening to stories of her youth, her life, her dreams for Geet. It was bittersweet, the realization that she would be stepping into a world unknown, away from the only family she had ever known.

On the morning of her departure, a few villagers gathered to see her off, offering blessings and good wishes. Dadi held her tightly, her hands trembling as she whispered a soft prayer for Geet’s safety.

“Ja, meri Geet. Apne Guru nu yaad rakh te Kartarpura di izzat bana ke rakh,” Dadi whispered, her voice filled with pride and love.
("Go, my Geet. Remember your Guru and uphold the honor of Kartarpura.")

With one last embrace, Geet boarded the bus, waving at her Dadi until her form faded from view. As the bus rolled away from the familiar sights of Kartarpura, Geet felt a surge of anticipation mixed with the ache of leaving her only family behind.

Ahead of her lay a world unknown, a journey that would shape her and perhaps even change her in ways she could not yet imagine.

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Waheguru ji di Khalsa,
Waheguru ji di fateh