Lighting Chulha: The most painful job
Yeah, I remember back in the days when I was in my 9th/10th standard, our classes used to be early in the morning. I used to get up at 5 AM, used to light up the Chulha ( so that I can have my bath with warm water).
I never really liked to get up my parents with me. They usually slept late and I personally did not want their day to start at 5 AM.
Every day I woke up, lighting Chulha was such a challenging task for me. It really takes a lot to light it. It was made of hardened clay and bricks, The sticks you use, they had to be properly placed, overlapping properly on each other. So that one lights, it lights others. And I was never able to do that. I was never able to figure out how should I keep the sticks.
There were time when I’m sitting in-front of it, it has lighten and while the water gets hot, I’m thinking of all the efforts my parents took to raise us. That was one thing in life that always kept me grounded. I always knew what I had to do in life and what not to.
I used to cry almost everyday. Especially when I couldn’t really light up the Chulha, it’s getting late for class and then my mom gets up and lights up for me.
Wow ! Those are the days I’ll never forget. Really, lighting up Chulha was one of the most difficult jobs I had back then. 😆