Grandma was dying. The family physician
who had come to examine her called Rupa aside and said
“Sorry, Rupa, your grandma’s final hour
has come. It is a matter of days, one or two at the most. Pick up courage and
do not break down. Take heart that you have been taking care of her single
handed all these years. But send word to your uncle. If you need any help, you
can call me” said the kind and elderly doctor.
“Thank you doctor for coming. I am really
scared. I am afraid I will be a destitute without her. She is the only person
in the world who is kind to me” she said and started weeping.
“Do not worry as long as I am there. I
will send someone to help you. But your uncle will surely come to take possession
of this house” he said as he patted her comfortingly.
She hurried to grandma’s room and sat by
her side caressing her arm.
“What does he say? the old lady asked
feebly
“It is just old age and extreme
exhaustion, grandma.I will get you some horlicks. You will feel better”
“Not now, a little later. I wish to tell
you something. Come closer. Listen carefully”
Rupa snuggled closer to grandma putting
her arm around her body.
“Rupa, I don’t need our doctor to tell me
that my end is near. My only regret and worry is that I am leaving you alone unsettled
in this wide world.Eversince your parents died in a train accident, I have been
bringing you up. They were both young when they died. My daughter was such an
affectionate and good person. Luckily you have imbibed all her good traits.
Your uncle was all right initially and was very fond of you. He changed after
his marriage and went to live separately. Your aunt never took a liking for both
of us and weaned her husband away from you. They rarely visit me as you know.
Luckily I have a roof and some pension from government that I could take care
of you” she stopped as she started coughing
“Grandma, take rest. We can talk later.
Sleep for a while. I will be here by your side”
“No, I must finish telling you now itself.
Give me some water.” She continued after sipping the water
“The first thing your aunt would do
after I die is to throw you out of this house. She will not allow you to take
anything. My son is henpecked and would not protest. I have spoken to the doctor.
Go to him. He will do the needful. You are qualified and can take up a job.
Find a good man of your choice and marry him.”Grandma could not continue
talking.
“How sweet of you to be so concerned
grandma. I can take care of myself .Do not worry. My only regret is I will miss
you” she said as tears flowed from her eyes
“Do not cry, my dear. It makes me sad. I
wish to die seeing you in smile. One second, lest I forget” she said as she
took from under the pillow a hand bag that was dirty looking and old with sides
in shreds.”Keep it with you safely in your box as a memento. Do not part with
it or tell that I gave you. In case she finds it out and asks tell her it is
yours. Let me sleep for a while. Do not go away. Hold my hand” she said as she
closed her eyes.
That was the last she spoke. A week
later, her aunt said “We are planning to sell this house. Make your own
arrangements after the ceremonies are over.”Her uncle who was standing beside
her did not interrupt her.
Rupa said” I can go now itself and will attend
the ceremonies of grandma daily. Give me 30 minutes to have a wash and take my
things. They are only my daily wear clothes”
“Where will you go? I don’t want others
to blame us that we drove you out”
“I expected this and have taken a room
in our doctor’s house till such time I get a regular place. Thanks for the
concern. I will be here in 30 minutes” Rupa said as she went to her room.
As she came to the hall with a small box
and carry bag, her aunt said rather curtly “Open them and show us what you are
taking”
Rupa could not suppress her tears at the
humiliation but opened the box and bag to empty the contents.”What is that
dirty dog eared bag? Whose is that?”
“It is mine. You can have a look”
“Take it away. Who would touch that
stinking bag? Has your grandma given you anything?”
“Yes in plenty” Rupa replied
“What is that? Show me. I suspected
something like that”
“Nothing tangible. Only her affection”
“Take her abundant affection with you
and get lost” said her aunt in a dismissive way.
The doctor and his wife welcomed Rupa
warmly. After some pleasantries, he asked whether grandma had given her
anything.
“Nothing except a bag, a memento as she
called. But that is my prized possession”
“Can I have a look?”asked the doctor.
He opened the tattered bag and found to
his disappointment that it was empty.
The doctor’s wife wished to see and as
she carefully ran her fingers, she shouted “There is something here. “
They tore the thick inner lining and
found a small key with a note.”My dear Rupa.
Go to ABC bank with doctor. This key is for the locker with a number on it. You
are a nominee. I have bequeathed this large portion of my jewels for you. I
have kept some in the house lest they become suspicious and harass you. Take
doctor’s help. You will have enough to live comfortably. Take up a job.Blessings.Grandma”
Doctor’s wife put her arm around Rupa and
comforted her as she started crying uncontrollably thinking of her grandma’s
concern and kindness.
Grandma should have given that key to the doctor before she died. What if doctor's life couldn't find it? There will be nothing left for the poor girl.
ReplyDeleteAs usual your narration is wonderful sir.
Very nice. The tattered look of the bag was thoughtful of the grandma.
ReplyDeleteVery good narration, Partha Sir!
Good one KP. Clever grandma. Imagine if aunt decided to rummage the bag .
ReplyDeletewise and a concerned grandma.
ReplyDeleteThoughtful grandmother.
ReplyDeleteGood one! A wise grandma!
ReplyDeleteA very heart warming story ...
ReplyDeletewow..this is the way life should be:)
ReplyDeleteThat uncle should be given some award for his bravery :P
ReplyDeleteDestination Infinity
A practical grandmother indeed. She knew what her son was like and was protecting her grand daughter the only way she could!
ReplyDeleteSo moving this one is ! I'm reminded of my own paatti :) thanks for the story !
ReplyDeleteNice story.Some doors will be kept open for the destitute.
ReplyDeleteA loving grandma and her affection. Loved the story.
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