Time and Time again...

We heard the other day that a small baby passed away - the baby of mr. Time.  It was sad.  But then i remembered seeing the mother that same day waving frantically at me, smiling and looking very happy.  Strange, i thought, even for a fatalistic Y to behave in such a way.  I also remembered that she really didn't care for the baby much - him being sick from birth.  But who am i to judge, so off we went to visit the bereaved family.

When we arrived close to their house, here mr Time jumped out from under the shadow of the tree, giving me a great fright with his sudden appearance.  He was listening to his radio!  Under the tree!  Shocking!!  We said that we have come to visit him and so off we go to his house.  We sit on little benches with the nails dangerously poking through the "seat".  We sit and see no wife, no mourners, no nothing.

Now, how many people do you know with the name Time?  Or more relevant, how many do we know?  One, of course!  And take into account the people here don't speak English.  And so we sit in shocked silence as we hear his wife went down to the river to wash clothes!  Totally un-Y thing to do.  "This is far worse than i thought", i'm thinking.  Firstly they have many mourning days, they do not wash anything like clothes or cook meals, secondly they have family come and sit with them, wash and cook and i don't see anybody.......

Then we ask him gently - which is very difficult when one is learning a language - that we heard his baby passed away.  But he only laughes shyly and say, "No, that is not me, it is the other Mr Time."  Two in one small village, who would have guessed?

bella, timely pondering life.

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