Doraiswamy
asked his son Raghu for the fourth time when was Independence day.
”
Appa, it is tomorrow. I have told you three times already. You are forgetting.
Why do you want to know?” asked his son with some irritability.
Doraiswamy
wanted to keep the purpose a surprise and said, “Just wished to know. No
specific reason.”
Raghu
looked at him quizzically and went to his room to get ready for office.
“Sumathi, appa looks tired. Take care of him,” he said before leaving. He was
worried that his dad was forgetful more and more of late and repeated the same
questions
It
was around 11 am when Sumathi came to her father-in-law and said,” Appa, my
friend rang up to say her mother fell down in bathroom and broke her hip bone.
She is admitted in the nearby hospital. I will see her and return within an
hour or so. please do not go out. I will be back very soon.”
“Do
not worry. Take your own time. There is no hurry,” the old man replied.
After
she left, he took the small paper from his pocket to see it and added something
in what was obviously a list. He wore a shirt and felt the pocket for the keys
before he left for the shopping complex in the locality.
The
first shop was to the bakery where he ordered a big eggless truffle cake and
gave instructions on what is to be written on it, He also added to the order a
dozen each of chocolate, snickers and vanilla cupcakes, paper plates, balloons,
happy birthday banner to be hung on the hall, a crate of assorted soft drinks
coke, sprite, mango and pineapple for delivery next day at 8am.He also asked
for delivery of flower bouquet from the adjacent shop. Satisfied he took the
paper to check he had not left out any. He rushed back to order paper tumblers
and some festoons. He bought some small kachoris and jangris from a Rajasthani
sweet shop.
He
quietly returned home within an hour and hid the edibles from the Rajasthani
shop inside his almirah. He found some urchins playing in the colony compound
and asked them to come to his place at 10.30 am along with other children for
the birthday party
He
kept it a secret from his wife every year as he was always wont to spring a
surprise on her. They were loving couple with each doting on the other. Their
bond grew closer after his retirement. Each would feign sleep waiting for the
other to sleep and often break into smile when they opened their eyes together.
He drew a good pension and his son and daughter-in-law were affectionate. What
more would one want, they would often say and be grateful to God for His grace.
Sadly, she fell sick frequently for the last two years but the bond and affection
only grew stronger than before.
The
next day around 7 am Raghu and Sumathi well-dressed came to Doraiswamy and
said, “Appa, there is independence day function arranged in our park. We will
be back by 9.30 am. Take care,” before they left.
Promptly
around 8 am, the bakery shop and the flower shop delivered the things ordered
for. He asked two of the colony’s security men to help him in tying festoons,
balloons and banner in his spacious bedroom. After they left, he arranged the
cake and the other edibles on a table. He surveyed the scene and smiled happily
at keeping things a total secret.
Raghu
and Sumathi returned at 10.15 am. The whole home was fragrant with smell of
sandalwood from joss sticks. Raghu looking confused looked at his father
wearing a smug smile. Meanwhile Sumathi who had gone inside shouted, “Raghu,
come to appa’s room and see for yourself what he has done.”
He
rushed in to see his mom’s photograph on the table with a bouquet placed in the
front. The room was decorated with banner, balloons and festoons.
“Appa,
what is all this? Are you in your senses?” he asked in a sad tone.
“Raghu,
don’t you remember it is your mother’s birthday today and she likes to be
surprised and pampered. I have been doing it for years since you were born and
you are asking as if it is something new to you.” He replied
As
Raghu’s eyes became moist seeing the pitiable figure before him, he heard the
loud knocks at the door. He saw a dozen beaming young boys and girls excitedly
entering looking for their uncle. Doraiswamy came rushing to welcome them to
his room. The children were puzzled to find no birthday person save a
photograph on a table.
Doraiswamy
asked the youngest child to light the candle and others to sing “Happy birthday
to you” The children dutifully followed by loud clapping and laughter.
Raghu
went near his father and put his arm around him and softly said with tears
flowing from his eyes,” Appa, amma died a more than a year ago. You are living
in a world of hallucination. Come out of it for your own good.’ Sumathi too
came near the old man and held his hands with concern.
Doraiswamy
did not seem to hear them but said with a gusto, “The children are waiting. Let
us distribute the cakes, sweets and other snacks” He turned to them.” and
said,” Enjoy to your hearts’ content. Grandma will be very happy.”
After
the children left, he was reclining morose on his easy chair with a muddled
look. Raghu was caressing him gently with concern, when his dad asked him, “Did
you say, your mom passed away a year back. You never told me,” and then started
weeping inconsolably.
"The best
thing to hold onto in life is each other."
A bitter sweet story of Elder care. Love and bonding are the elixir of life. But they can't protect the brain from dementia.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. I wonder how you can write such interesting stories!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully narrated. Difficult to accept the loss of loved ones more so as we grow old. Doreswamy was blessed to hv such a loving son.
ReplyDeleteVery very touching!!Sweet bond.
ReplyDeleteA very touching story of love and remembrance. Separation sometimes becomes a matter of disbelief and the memories hurt. Nice story..
ReplyDeleteNina
Shocking ending but a beautiful story. 😢😢😢
ReplyDeleteBest wishes,
Srikanth
Had tears in my eyes. Your narrations makes me feel so. Both of us are dreading for the future. I envy this couple. Forgetting is sort of good, I felt. I think I will always remember this story, thank you, Kp!
ReplyDeleteNice to celebrate with street kids! Good one.
ReplyDeleteVasudha.
Not only is it medically challenging, it is also emotionally taxing on the caregiver, especially if the caregiver is an offspring who loves his parent. While it is a simple task to attend to the medical needs of a parent with dementia, there are no guidelines or hard and fast rules on how to handle the patient emotionally.
ReplyDeleteBut you always face huge challenges in offering help while respecting an older person’s dignity and sense of independence. Sensitively described.Well written, Partha Sir!!
Everything starts hitting one badly during old-age. The body,mind becomes weak. Lucky, if one has understanding, caring children otherwise that one also adds to misery.
ReplyDeleteReal hard hitting realities of life.
Losing a companion of many years is not easy. Not sure if his forgetfulness is a boon or a curse. Maybe just letting him celebrate his wife’s life without remind him would be a positive thing. The story is beautiful and sad at the same time. A heart wrenching story. Must be very hard for Raghu and Sumathi too. A beautiful story as usual.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully narrated story with a subtle sentimental twist. Nice
ReplyDeleteTake care
Chitra Solomon
A touching tale!it's often difficult to come to terms with the loss of a loved one. Though they say that time is a good healer, the void can never be filled
ReplyDeleteA touching story KP!
ReplyDeleteLoved the way you have narrated the story! Really envy that couple! Son's gesture of compassion for his father also is nice! Both of them have lived a very happy and contented life! Great! As some one had commented, he should be let to celebrate his wife's birthday with kids!
ReplyDeleteBittersweet story.. well presented
ReplyDeleteBeautiful story. This is the Web of life and relationships. The loved one leaves but the Web stays all around us. A loving heart knows only to give. Harini Kapoor
ReplyDeleteVery profound and soothing too. Genuine love is a magnanimous quality to possess but attachment seems to be the main cause for misery. The flow of the story is just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteExcellent story telling art. Congratulations !
ReplyDeletePiece de resistance of this magnificent story is the ever so minute details about everything which made me to enjoy the birthday party in real with the taste of the jalebis and kachoris!
ReplyDeleteThe trials and tribulations of old age,companioship, dementia ( an ever so common ailment), bonding, not only with the spouse but that of the som and the daughter in law,the care for the downtrodden and so many more, brought out so very eloquently through this story.
A masterpiece from KP's stable with the flourish and elan that is precious and timeless!!
A seamlessly woven story with Doraiswamy, the cynosure of all eyes:)
Bereft of words to describe the beauty of narration.
ohh...such a good story....Loved it, GP
ReplyDeleteI admire your ability to narrate the inner feelings of the old man who loved his wife so much. In spite of the fact that she was no more , he still celebrated her birthday. I could feel the pangs of real love towards his wife. Hats off to this hero of your story & to you too. Very nice & moving story.
ReplyDeleteShort story but an absolutely great one! Our mind defines our happiness and sorrow. The world itself is a play of our minds. Many thanks for sharing and inspiring. Suresh
ReplyDeleteBeautifully narrated.The flow of the story is just fabulous.
ReplyDeleteMaster magician at work. Brilliant story.
ReplyDeleteLoved this one. Loss of ones spouse can be psychologically shattering. It is like you have lost a part of your self.
ReplyDeletePoignant and a true portrayal of the vagaries of old age and it's associated problems. It is good that his children are caring. KP has a way of making one feel-good even while writing stories with a sad ending.
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