The Grumpy Family – Part 1

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Vedika Srivastava

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It was getting late enough to be worried. I once again stepped into the balcony and looked down. Except for a drenched street dog that was lying down miserably near the gate, there was not a soul to be seen anywhere. Rain water had formed a puddle under the lamp post. A breeze ruffled the mango tree in the courtyard and a few twigs fell down and broke. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Did I hear a soft knock at the door? I turned back.

Mrs. Grumpy opened the door for Mr. Grumpy. I was happy to see him and rushed to him with excitement. He took me in his arms with a broad smile on his face but by then Mrs. Grumpy, whose figure today looked to me to be unusually huge, burst. Her high pitched voice subdued the thunder and sound of the rain. After this volcanic outburst, her huge figure seemed to go back to its usual self. Mr. Grumpy tried explaining his late coming but I knew well that an explanation will not help.

Mr. Grumpy was a man in his late fifties but his job did not give his age any consideration or respite. Every day his demanding work ensured his late return and then his wife’s protests and grumbles would sign off his day.

Mrs. Grumpy kept herself busy with her household chores throughout the day. I  gave her all my love and she too pampered me and played with me most of the time. She would cook my favorite chicken twice a week while rest of the days I enjoyed her vegetarian preparations. We were soulmates for during the day but when the sun went down every evening, her energy levels would also go down. She would switch on the television and lie on her comfortable sofa but her glance would shift from the idiot box to the wall clock to the door as she waited for Mr. Grumpy.

A bird would come out of the clock every hour to remind her that her wait had completed an hour’s journey and with that, music would play for a few seconds. I would thoroughly enjoy the music and proudly show off my dance moves, but that bird did not amuse me at all. I prayed to God to help me grow tall enough to pull it out and have it for a snack.

The mournful television serials would bore me and I wished sincerely she would change the channel to Pogo or National Geographic since I loved watching cartoons and animals but it was rarely that she obliged me.

Mr. Grumpy, on the other hand, happily gave up his valuable sports time to show me my favorite show. No wonder, I loved him more and missed him a lot when he was away from home.

Mr. Grumpy came well prepared today. He took a beautiful ring out of his pocket. Now whether the ring shone more or Mrs. Grumpy’s face glowed more, it was hard to decipher. I concluded that love for jewelry knows no age. A woman in her fifties loved them as much as a woman in her twenties would. Well done, Mr. Grumpy! I am proud of you!

All three of us lay in our cozy beds now as it had been a long tiring day for each of us.

The next morning was my favorite – it was a Sunday. Our regular monotonous routine got a break this day as we used to go around the town. Again, Mrs. Grumpy would spoil it once a month when she would make it a grocery shopping Sunday and we would spend hours in a shop laden with food stuff. I would prefer an outdoor getaway more than being inside a mall, but I agree, food is important. While Mr. Grumpy was the breadwinner, Mrs. Grumpy would make the bread tastier with her excellent choice of jams and spreads and yes, she needed time for her selection.

Whenever I used to drop by Mrs. Joseph’s home with Mrs. Grumpy, I would make a sincere wish that one day Mrs. Grumpy should also learn some internet stuff like her and order her groceries online, but in vain. Mrs. Joseph offered her help too but Mrs. Grumpy would find the laptop scary and with her remark that “Internet is not for the aged!” She disappointed me. I would try reaching the laptop but Mrs. Joseph did not consider me a good learner.

How I wished that Mrs. Grumpy would praise me – just once, telling people how fast I had learnt to play with a ball when Mr. Grumpy took the time to teach me,  or how quick I was with my round trip when Mr. Grumpy asked me to fetch his newspaper each morning. I had learnt to cycle too. But I knew I could not expect this from her as her last name suited her well – Grumpy.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Vedika is an IT professional. A working mother, who feels that writing is a great stress buster and hence pens down her thoughts whenever she finds time to do so. Life is the best teacher and teaches great lessons, so her words are generally the reflection of her own experiences. Music and gardening are the other two pleasures she rates on par with writing and indulges in them as much as possible. Being a woman has always given her pride and satisfaction, and even more so now that she is part of the 'SiyaWoman' family.

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