Amma got off the phone and elaborated that his wife Padma had been present yesterday at the flag hoisting, one of several dressed in the same lilac saree that they sport as a uniform to salute our nation on patriotic occasions. She had not let on that anything was amiss. Amma had seen Padma's husband, a handsome man with even features, walking just a few days ago. Padma and Amma have known each other for over 20 years as neighbours living in the same colony and were part of the Palmgrove Ladies Club whose members meet every month to break bread, share, go on trips, play bingo and raise money for charitable causes. A few of its members have passed and several of the survivors have lost their husbands in recent times. Exactly 10 years ago these women had come to our house on my father's passing. I remember now that it had also been a bright and sunny morning in December. Appa had been sick for 2 months. He had wanted his privacy so no one knew. In September he was on his regular walks and in December, following a diagnosis and rapid deterioration, he was gone. I am sure news of his death would have been unexpected. But that day for them, when our lives had turned upside down, must have seemed like just another morning.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Just another day
Amma got off the phone and elaborated that his wife Padma had been present yesterday at the flag hoisting, one of several dressed in the same lilac saree that they sport as a uniform to salute our nation on patriotic occasions. She had not let on that anything was amiss. Amma had seen Padma's husband, a handsome man with even features, walking just a few days ago. Padma and Amma have known each other for over 20 years as neighbours living in the same colony and were part of the Palmgrove Ladies Club whose members meet every month to break bread, share, go on trips, play bingo and raise money for charitable causes. A few of its members have passed and several of the survivors have lost their husbands in recent times. Exactly 10 years ago these women had come to our house on my father's passing. I remember now that it had also been a bright and sunny morning in December. Appa had been sick for 2 months. He had wanted his privacy so no one knew. In September he was on his regular walks and in December, following a diagnosis and rapid deterioration, he was gone. I am sure news of his death would have been unexpected. But that day for them, when our lives had turned upside down, must have seemed like just another morning.
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