An old woman dies with locker key

Some moments are so arresting that we can not forget them even after years. They become an essential part of our existence. I was then eight or nine years when my granny left the house of my father. She had been a vivacious lady until her last breath. The moments she grew dejected, I felt as if I was thrown out of the planet.
 
She was an affectionate lady, played carom with me, scripted kisses onto my cheeks and taught me poetry book. Thanks to her love for poetry, she developed me into an emotional guy.   

 “Amma, what happened?” She was speechless.      

“Amma, could I brew tea for you”

“No- no – I don’t want tea this time” She looked askance at me. Then she busied herself in errands. She weighed down a stack of quilts onto her stooped back and hobbled into another room where she piled her bedding everyday. I was surprised, at the age of 85; Amma could easily lift the weight of bedding onto her back.

I was suspicious she might have quarrelled with mother. The good point in granny was that she never complained against anyone either mother hit her or father insulted her. She had a series of ailments but she never complained against God also.

Stray Dog

Papa stared at me, yelled.
"Come here." Mom, standing in kitchen, gawped at Papa tiding up her floating hair but remained unfazed. I decided not to go near him but feet turned involuntarily towards him. Looking at me near him, Papa again screamed.
"Are you coming now, straight from your office?" My legs were swollen with the walking of some kilometers. I needed immediate relaxation but Papa wanted me to stay near him for some time and responded to his every unwanted query. Police interrogation might not be worse than that.
"Why are so early back, today?" He again asked me not allowing sit in the chair near him. I hated to answer his every question. He was no doubt my legitimate father but father do behave with his son like a master to his slave was not accepted to me.

Shower… Showering

At night, when Shikha dozed on their bed, Rajeev mildly touched wife’s body.
“Promise, I shall buy you mangalsutar in Ludhiana. It’s also a city of goldsmiths, you know” And he touched her cheeks with his baiting hands. Meetu fell into embrace with him and allowed husband kissing where his lips moved.
“Parul had a diamond mangalsutar; would you buy me like that?” She delighted wiping her cheeks with the back of hand. Rajeev promised her.
Next week, they reached Ludhiana. Rajeev after joining his duty approached a leading convent school’s head mistress along with Meetu and daughter. They took pre-admission examination and Shikha got excellent marks.
“Great sir” The head of the institute cried in delight.
“Your daughter might be the cream of the institute I think”
“Thank you, ma’am” Meetu beamed glancing at husband.
“We’ll give her scholarship” The manager of the institute father Jacob announced.
“Thank you, sir. Thank you very much”