‘How are you?’ I asked her.
‘I am fine. I have no complaints. I have no problems,’ she replied. Ever the one to downplay herself and not inconvenience anyone.
‘Having no problems is never a problem,’ I replied with a smile. She smiled back once I could make her hear what I said.
My 95 year old granny asked me about our 94 year old aunt the other day. She knew of her as the sister of our uncle who has passed away. Technically not an ‘uncle,’ but like one for K…and subsequently me.
I’d gone to Colaba for lunch yesterday. I fixed it partly so that I could drop in to see her after lunch.
We chatted for an hour. She apologised often for my having to repeat everything I said, ‘I am hard of hearing.’
‘How do you find the house? Is it the same as before,’ she asked as I bid her farewell.
‘Yes,’ I replied. ‘Full of love as always.’
‘I think it’s the same too,’ she replied. Oblivious to the changes around her and the emptiness in her life. Maybe it’s good that way.
Interestingly I saw a white yacht sail across the sea while I waited for Perin aunty to come out. I am sure it was Jamshed uncle, her brother whom she thinks is still alive, waving at me.
Ps: Her house help took these pics while I directed her.
