Home for Christmas
by Jeannette Cabraal
Ravi alighted from the limousine and looked around. It was good to
touch the ‘green, green grass of home’.
Having been abroad for over a couple of years, he was glad to be back
for Christmas in the old familiar surroundings. His parents and sisters
accompanied him proud and happy to have spruced up the house and garden
for Ravi’s arrival.
Ravi
appreciated the old Christmas setting - The crib in the corner with the
Christ Child, the whole panorama of the event unfolded The Christmas
Tree blinking, resplendently garbed in its Christmas finery of baubles,
decorations, toys, illuminations, Christmas carols playing softly in the
background. All was perfect. Ah! it was good to be home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet, home
There’s no place like home...
He hummed and whistled in turn, softly to himself.
Then he stopped in his tracks. “Achchi! Where’s achchi? She’s not
come to greet me. Is she sick? Is she asleep? Then don’t disturb her.
Time enough for her elephantine hug in the morning. But I’ll just take a
peep.”
He did. The room had been completely transformed. It looked like a
guest room but without achchi.
Beat
“Amma what’s happened?” His heart skipped a beat. Had she? Had she?
passed away in his absence? Amma was apologetic. “No putha, we put her
in an Elders’ Home. That’s much better for her. She’ll have company
there. She’s well settled in her new environment. You can go to see her
tomorrow.”
“But amma tomorrow is Christmas! Isn’t she coming home for Christmas?
Since when has she been away?
Ravi could not stand this. He loved his grandmother and feelings were
mutual. He was disappointed. Gone was the tune he was humming and
whistling. His face had turned ashen but he couldn’t tell his parents
anything no sooner he arrived. His parents and sisters were taken aback
at his visible reaction but brought out arguments in support of their
decision. They did not want to spoil his vacation.
“Come on putha, we’ve planned a sumptuous feast for you. Everything
to suit your taste. Your favourite dishes. Take a wash and come over,
there’s so much to say, do and eat.”
“Yes son, don’t worry about achchi, she’s quite comfortable there. We
can visit her tomorrow evening,” piped in father nonchalantly.
Ravi proceeded to his room upstairs. He didn’t even notice the
beautifully decorated banisters. Everything was lost on him now. After a
while there was the whirring of a car taking off. All ran to the
verandah to see the car turning out at the gate. It had to be Ravi. They
looked at one another bewildered, flopping on several chairs randomly,
wondering what to do or say. They had not expected such a turn of
events.
Whirr
After some time they heard the familiar whirr of the car and sprang
to their feet; there was Ravi cheerily helping achchi to get off and
steering her towards the house. Achchi’s wrinkled cheeks were wet with
tears. Ravi’s parents looked quite abashed. Rallying themselves quickly
they invited all to dinner.
Ravi spoke at the dinner table. “Thatha, amma, I want to ask you for
one great Christmas present. Don’t ever send achchi to the Elders’ Home.
Her place is with us here. I have experienced loneliness away from home.
You can’t realise how much she had been sobbing today. Those care-givers
told me and I saw for myself. Please! Please! let achchi remain with us.
We’ll all be going for the midnight service won’t we? Achchi too!” he
smiled giving her a big hug.
The music in the background was playing “This comes to pass when a
child is born”. |