“Why did you turn off the fan, Granny?”, grumbled Sunaina, rubbing her eyes and struggling to open them. She was standing at the kitchen entrance. Chanting Annapurna (Goddess of Food) stotram (prayer), Granny was busy preparing breakfast.
“Good morning, grumpy bear”, she said, as she turned around to attend to Sunaina.
“Isn’t it our pact that when I am vacationing with you here, there would be no policing around for sleeping or getting up late?”, she lodged the complaint while hugging Granny.
“I know but MSEB doesn’t”, said Granny planting a kiss on Sunaina’s forehead.
“Mean?”, checked Sunaina in bewilderment.
“Maharastra State Electricity Board”, chipped in Grandpa, tapping Sunaina’s head.
“Can anyone help me make my morning better?”, asked Sunaina.
“There’s no current since early morning”, informed Grandpa.
“Oh man! How can you live life at such a place? Electricity is erratic. On some days, the taps run dry. And this happens so frequently. That’s not life”, grumbled Sunaina. By now she was wide awake.
“Life is ironic. It takes sadness to know what happiness is, noise to appreciate silence and absence to value presence”, replied Grandpa in his calm demeanour.
Checking Sunaina’s blank face, he said, “That means no electricity to appreciate the luxury of getting up late”, making the air lighter and raising his hand for Hi5. Sunaina reciprocated and smile descended on her face.
“If you can be quick enough, you can join me to Gauri’s house”, said Granny.
Gauri was granny’s friend. Sunaina loved to visit Gauri Aaji’s* house for one reason that there’s was a joint family. Four generations lived happily under one roof. Gauri Aaji’s mother in law, Indira, the great granny, was not keeping well. The old age had caught up with her. Gauri’s daughter in law, Revathi, had delivered a baby girl few months back.
Sunaina, loved coffee made by Gauri Aaji. She shared the interest of book reading with Revathi Aunty. She, thus was more than happy to join Hiranmayi, her own granny. Moreover, she wished to see the new addition to the family.
“Let’s go Granny”, urged Sunaina, as she got ready in no time. Granny was busy packing a tiffin. “Indira Kaku** loves to eat ghavan ***”, she informed Sunaina, as they stepped out.
On reaching Gauri’s house, they were greeted by Revathi. She was about to start her scooter.
“Welcome, welcome, Ms Overseas”, said Revathi with a chuckle. “What took so long to pay us a visit, Sunaina? Namaskar Hiranmayi Kaku. Aai is waiting for you inside. I am rushing off to market. I have to finish my chore and return before Sayali wakes up”.
“Carry on Revathi. Enjoy your previous little free time”, replied Granny.
“Hiranmayi, Sunaina, welcome, welcome”, said Gauri with a broad smile. “Someone is waiting eagerly for ghavana since morning”, she added with a grin.
Ushering them inside the house and leading them to great granny’s room, she continued, “I informed Aai that Hiranmayi is bringing ghavana. And since then every 10th minute or so she is checking your arrival”. Granny and Gauri chuckled at that.
As Sunaina entered the room, she saw two beds adjoining two opposite walls of the room. On one lay, baby Sayali in her “laughing Buddha” pose. A pair of colorful soft mittens wrapped her tiny little hands. On other, lay Indira, the Great Granny, listless. She had curled up her fragile body with her arms rested next to her face. Her wrinkled hands were wrapped in the muslin cloth mittens.
Tapping on Indira’s shoulder gently, Gauri Aaji said, “Aai, see who’s here. Don’t you wish to eat ghavana”. Gauri turned around and said while removing the mittens from Indira’s hands, “Though we have a water bed for Aai, she has developed some bed sores. She scratches them most of the time, resulting into bruises. To avoid further injury, I got these mittens stitched for her”
Sunaina stood speechless, standing between the two beds. On one side was the new life and on other there was a diminishing flame. In between the two, prevailed awareness, the real life. Sunaina witnessed a moment of awakening…that life is what happens between two pairs of mittens…
More stories from Sunaina’s diary… Forlorn Notes, A Wasted Life… May Be
This is my #Post1/ #Week3 for #MyFriendAlexa by Blogchatter. My previous posts so far…
#Post 1/#Week 1: Forlorn Notes #Post 2/ #Week2: Happy Surprise
#Post 1/#Week2: Bringing Up a Teen #Post 2/Week 2: See You soon
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