Never alone is the lone old man
There is a lizard on the other side of the pale curtain. It seems happy just holding on as the curtain sways.
The old clock ticks on, loud and relentless. The sound fills every gap in the banter and laughter.
He is at the head of the dining table, most convenient to reach on his wheelchair.
“Why don’t you make some tea?” he tells the maid. She is more than a maid. She was the chief help even when his wife was around. She took over as his prime caregiver after the wife’s death and an accident confined him to the wheelchair.
A doctor who has come from a distant city checks him out. He obeys the gentle instructions. Raises his hands. Tentatively at first, grimacing at the pain. As the pain eases, a smile breaks through his white moustache and beard. As the testing and relieving continues, there is unceasing chatter, a lot of good-natured teasing between the patient and the doctor.
The wheelchair handler is called in to understand the doctor’s instructions. Soak his legs in hot water before he goes to bed. As hot as, and as long as he can bear.
As the doctor departs, so does the delivery guy from a grocer, who had been inside, stacking up stuff.
The old man puts down his cup and resumes the story he was telling. Another trip down memory lane. Like the sun filtering through the leaves in a gentle breeze, dates and names are now bright, now in shadow.
The maid signals the guests not to make him talk until he finishes the tea. Else he would again forget to sip. Again, she would have to reheat.
He tells her to shut up and go away. She does just that. Keeping an eye on him but away from his eyes. She takes her time to respond and come to him when he calls her again. There is no malice. He is smiling. So is she, despite the sulk mask.
No one who has interacted with him so far is related to him. Yet everyone around in the community is his family, tightly bound.
By ownership, he ought to be alone in that grand old house. Someone or the other, from near and far, always ensures he is not.
He is wheeled out, shouting out instructions for yet another get-together in the evening. The dogs waiting outside can barely contain their jumps and wags of glee.
The clock ticks on as if urging the lizard to get a move on. It remains where it was.
Tomorrow, more will come. So will more laughter.
28/10/2022 02:02:40 pm
This one hits home. It is vivid and it is alive. A story that makes you think, wonderfully told.
Dr Khurshid Bhalla
28/10/2022 03:34:06 pm
A sweet story.....
7/11/2022 11:37:45 am
I could picture this in my mind. So lovely.
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