It was like yet another day to begin with. I'd got up at a quarter past 5 and went about my normal chores. An hour after breakfast, Lekha was taken to the operation theatre for the dressing up of her wound. Subsequently, the doctor had confirmed that she would be discharged by next Monday, necessitating a few visits to the hospital for review and for redoing the dressing over the next few weeks. The two months' follow on rest should pass in that manner!
And now for the day's little stories.......
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Radha, our friend, had come by soon after Lekha was back from the operation theatre. She and her mom had returned from Coimbatore - for a change of scene for her mom after her dad's death and also because most of her relations stayed there - just a couple of days back. One look at her confirmed the fact that she was yet to be relieved off the pain of her dad's passing away. We tried our best to get her out of that state through the thread of conversation and I must say that I could elicit laughter out of her with my PJs.
As I was escorting her out of the hospital, a gentleman had stopped me to ask as to whether I was a doctor, taking me and Radha by surprise. Never knew that I looked like one in my casuals that was creased with the folds, having long lost their stiffness!
* * *
Paulson's - my ex-shipmate, who'd put in his unwillingness for re-engagement while I was leaving saying that he wouldn't be able to serve under anyone after having spent time with me - parents had come by in the evening to inquire about Lekha. And as they settled down, they told us about their cute love story - Jose, a mallu Christian boy and his wife, a Hindu girl from Cudappah who'd fallen madly in love with each other at Visakhapatnam and tied the knot, 38 years ago, on the 1st of May!
Tailpiece.
Radha is getting us home cooked food tomorrow for lunch. Damn cute of her. Later, I'd to tell Mrs. Jose that we'd have a meal at their place once things were back to normal when she'd expressed her intention of serving us with food for the remaining days that we're gonna be here.
Such gestures do overwhelm me. And come to think of it.......I haven't done anything for them.
And now for the day's little stories.......
* * *
Radha, our friend, had come by soon after Lekha was back from the operation theatre. She and her mom had returned from Coimbatore - for a change of scene for her mom after her dad's death and also because most of her relations stayed there - just a couple of days back. One look at her confirmed the fact that she was yet to be relieved off the pain of her dad's passing away. We tried our best to get her out of that state through the thread of conversation and I must say that I could elicit laughter out of her with my PJs.
As I was escorting her out of the hospital, a gentleman had stopped me to ask as to whether I was a doctor, taking me and Radha by surprise. Never knew that I looked like one in my casuals that was creased with the folds, having long lost their stiffness!
* * *
Paulson's - my ex-shipmate, who'd put in his unwillingness for re-engagement while I was leaving saying that he wouldn't be able to serve under anyone after having spent time with me - parents had come by in the evening to inquire about Lekha. And as they settled down, they told us about their cute love story - Jose, a mallu Christian boy and his wife, a Hindu girl from Cudappah who'd fallen madly in love with each other at Visakhapatnam and tied the knot, 38 years ago, on the 1st of May!
Tailpiece.
Radha is getting us home cooked food tomorrow for lunch. Damn cute of her. Later, I'd to tell Mrs. Jose that we'd have a meal at their place once things were back to normal when she'd expressed her intention of serving us with food for the remaining days that we're gonna be here.
Such gestures do overwhelm me. And come to think of it.......I haven't done anything for them.
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