It began with him-a little black furball with eyes that tore into your soul with their look of hope. Cuddled in my 6 foot 2 sons’ arms-he melted our hearts. Little did we know that he was to leave us in a day
Nadya, my son’s friend had picked him out at Friendicoes-and gifted him to Sid. They named him Grumble for the little rumbling grumbling noises he made.He was not in very good health. My sons and their friends nursed him day and night for a week-taking him regularly to the vet.
Around the 8th day- he breathed his last on Dr Kumar’s table. The previous vet had treated him wrongly.
My husband, Sid, Nick and Nadya gave him a tearful burial in a field near our home.
I watched as my hulk of a son cried his heart out for a week. It was a side of him I had never seen before.
To cheer him up, we then adopted 4 street pups-and then came Blizzard and Pheoneix –and as they say-life has not been the same since.
It all began with Grumble-and ofocurse Nadya. Thank you Nadya
Sid and Nadya visit Grumble's final resting place even today-and place flowers -for a soul who lit up our hearts and then left for his special place in heaven
Monday, January 24, 2011
The boy on the road
Its more than four years now, maybe five. The sight haunts me even today as I drive past the spot.
years ago, at about 8 10 am as I neared the Mega Mall, I saw a crowd near the pavement. I slowed my car down-trying to see what the commotion was about.
He lay on the road-a fair handsome young lad of about 17-dressed in a read and white striped shirt and blue jeans. His eyes closed, the wind ruffling his thick straight hair- horrified, my eyes went to the pool of blood streaming out from his head.
In an absolute state of shock I drove past-blankly driving right up to my school parking slot. As I mechanically got down- two colleagues who had also passed the boy were talking about it. Dead on the spot-one of them said
I walked slowly upstairs to my classroom.
Three of us working in one of the best schools in the country-well regarded educators -not one of us had stopped to check if we could help.
Even today I wonder-what if there had been the faitnest trace of a pulse.
Whose son was it-had he stepped out to buy milk or bread, to catch a bus. Who was waiting for him at home
For days after that-I scoured the local news-there was no mention of any accident or any fatality. Maybe he had lived
I will never know-his face haunts me till today. I say a prayer every single time I pass that spot. I should have stopped the car that day
years ago, at about 8 10 am as I neared the Mega Mall, I saw a crowd near the pavement. I slowed my car down-trying to see what the commotion was about.
He lay on the road-a fair handsome young lad of about 17-dressed in a read and white striped shirt and blue jeans. His eyes closed, the wind ruffling his thick straight hair- horrified, my eyes went to the pool of blood streaming out from his head.
In an absolute state of shock I drove past-blankly driving right up to my school parking slot. As I mechanically got down- two colleagues who had also passed the boy were talking about it. Dead on the spot-one of them said
I walked slowly upstairs to my classroom.
Three of us working in one of the best schools in the country-well regarded educators -not one of us had stopped to check if we could help.
Even today I wonder-what if there had been the faitnest trace of a pulse.
Whose son was it-had he stepped out to buy milk or bread, to catch a bus. Who was waiting for him at home
For days after that-I scoured the local news-there was no mention of any accident or any fatality. Maybe he had lived
I will never know-his face haunts me till today. I say a prayer every single time I pass that spot. I should have stopped the car that day
Monday, January 17, 2011
I should have known better
I thought I could resist him. At my age, a woman should know better. I had been there, done that and then some.
He was always there for me-through laughter and tears, through good times and bad. I only had to call and he would be at my side. He meant at lot to me-he had done a lot for me-but what he was asking for was just too much.
He said nothing-but his eyes said it all-How could you?
There was no way I was giving in. I determinedly ignored him and daintily nibbled at my Subway sandwich. Words were not required-the silence between us said it all-it was over-thats it-over! I could not agree to his request.
How dare he-how dare he?! Indignation built in me- I turned to him to give him a piece of my mind. I wish I hadn’t. His eyes,irresistible at the best of times, he gave me a soulful look that would have melted ice in the Arctic.
With a sigh, I gave in. 25 years of marriage and two grown up sons –one would have thought I knew better. But sadness hath no equal like Blizzard denied a Subway!!!!!!!!
With a dramatic sigh-I handed over my well earned Subway-and was rewarded with a tail that wagged all the way from here to Subway (read doggie) heaven!
He was always there for me-through laughter and tears, through good times and bad. I only had to call and he would be at my side. He meant at lot to me-he had done a lot for me-but what he was asking for was just too much.
He said nothing-but his eyes said it all-How could you?
There was no way I was giving in. I determinedly ignored him and daintily nibbled at my Subway sandwich. Words were not required-the silence between us said it all-it was over-thats it-over! I could not agree to his request.
How dare he-how dare he?! Indignation built in me- I turned to him to give him a piece of my mind. I wish I hadn’t. His eyes,irresistible at the best of times, he gave me a soulful look that would have melted ice in the Arctic.
With a sigh, I gave in. 25 years of marriage and two grown up sons –one would have thought I knew better. But sadness hath no equal like Blizzard denied a Subway!!!!!!!!
With a dramatic sigh-I handed over my well earned Subway-and was rewarded with a tail that wagged all the way from here to Subway (read doggie) heaven!
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