My mom is staying with us for the holidays.
She is visibly excited. It is 5.50 p.m. and she is all set to go down to the park in the condo to meet her friends.
In the short time she has been with us, my mom has made friends, six friends to be precise.
However, this is a rendezvous with a difference. These seven women who meet every evening, do not speak the same language. Five of them are from different parts of India and the other two friends are from Japan and Korea.
A few of them speak English, but otherwise they use a mix of their own language, and English, to communicate or just use gestures and sign language. They spend a good hour and a half together every evening, talking about their sons, daughters and grandchildren. They also talk about their spouses, many of whom are no more.
Sometimes they have their evening tea or coffee by the pool, with each of them bringing something to eat.
My mother takes me one evening to introduce me to her friends.
I say, “Namaste”!
All of them radiate love and happiness. The Japanese lady bows gracefully. I am truly amazed, she gestures with her hand that she has a daughter like me. I understand perfectly. All of them smile and nod in acknowledgement.
All these women, probably in their seventies or eighties, deriving so much joy from making new friends at this stage in their lives, their eagerness to accept and share their thoughts and feelings, through the universal language of love!
Truly, friendship has no barriers.