Story No. 3:

I can clearly remember squatting beside my mom, grandma, and sometimes aunts on the terrace at my grandparents' house. They were busy cleaning rice seeds. 5-6 cups on a big tray and there we had the ritual of the day. I was observing my mom pushing all rice seeds on one side and let me sort little dark seeds out of the rest. It was the tradition that in they used to chat about all different issues and finding solutions for any complication they had while they were cleaning up the rice. At a certain point all five of them, my mom, grandma and 3 aunts,started professionally throwing all rice up in the air to let the light germs fly away in the wind. Watching rice seeds jumping up in the air, flying and listening to the symphony they were playing as they were landing back in the tray, was a magical scenery for me.