Grandpa’s home Heaven of love or Hell of silence ?
My mind goes back to the time , when my children,
Had gone to their grand parents home for a holiday ,
Though their grand parents were as old as we are now at that time ,
They would jump with joy because the children have come .
The thatha who had stopped going to market to old age ,
Would have gone to the market the previous day,
And would have purchased things after things after things,
Recollecting Nanu likes this, Rammu likes this , meeru likes this and so on
The old lady who had lost all her teeth long back, and had stopped,
Eating sweets due to diabetes and was finding difficult to stand,
Would have been busy in her kitchen making sweets and savouries,
One after another again and again , sitting on the kitchen platform
The children too would rush and run in to their thatha –patti house ,
As if it was a heaven of love and would hug their grandparents tightly,
And tell them, “Patti , have you made Jamun?” , Hey thatha,
Did you take out the cricket set from the attic and kept them clean?”
The youngest two year too knew that he has reached his heaven,
And would rush to his room , Take a paint brush and the paint the walls ,
Ofcourse with water kept ready by Thatha and start writing sweet nothings,
On the walls by a huge pencil without lead and drag his patti to see it all.
Times have changed, in spite of knowing that my own tiny tots are coming,
I would be sitting with my lap top , and my wife would not have made any thing,
But sent her servant to buy some useless sweets which the children ,
Would not even touch and was busy with her Narayaneeyam classes.
AS soon as the taxi comes to the house , as per the orders of their parents,
Each child would hug us, their grand parents in western style and say an emotion less “hi”,
And then become busy with their cell phones, tabs and lap tops,
And after two minutes the grand patents home would again be a hell of silence