Bus drivers of a green princess
“Then the king became
sad about the princess” my mom said, while she fed me a ball of rice and
greens. “aand whaaat happen” I enquired
chewing my food. I don’t remember whether I was 4 or 5. We were sitting below
the sapote tree on a concrete bench. Mid-morning sunlight peered through the tree
leaves all around us. Wind spoke in hushed tone with leaves. I was wearing a white and green stripped half
sleeve shirt and short pants. I smelled like a cocktail made from Johnson &
Johnson powder and coconut oiled hair.
“Since princessss had
a poor eye sight, the king consulted the wise lady who lived in the jungle,
faaar away from the kingdom”, she made another ball of rice and stuffed it
in my mouth. I followed her eyes and
hands as she narrated. “The wise lady
asked the princess to stay with her for few days”. “hmmm” I nodded, swinging my legs back and forth. “When the princess returned after few days, her
eye sight was so sharp that she could shoot a bird several miles away” my
mom said, making another ball of rice.
“Enough!” I declared. “You
know what the wise lady did to help the princess?” she continued as I turned my face.” No mom no…” I pleaded. “The wise lady fed the princess greens, that’s why her eye sight got
better” she force fed the last bite into my mouth. I resembled hanuman the monkey faced god, with that big
ball of food. I started to chew it with an irritated face and looked at her. She
had a halo around her head from the sun light. “The princess then saved the kingdom by killing the devil. The king was
so happy and proud “she smiled and winked at me. It’s the earliest image of
my mom in my mind. And oddly the first
things that came to my mind when I lost her in the bus in Singapore.
She was supposed to get down with me, I was supposed to make
sure she did. I was standing with so many “supposed to”s while she was travelling
away, with no idea that I already got down. I started following the bus trail and looked
for her in every stop. It was dark, raining and her phone was with me. In an
hour’s search, she has managed to panic several passengers, two drivers and me.
To top it off she dramatically waved and screamed from the bus when she finally
saw me. She ran and hugged me, almost in tears. I was both angry & happy. I
scolded as well as consoled her. I felt exactly like her father.
After few minutes we started laughing uncontrollably. That’s
her, my green princess. The one that makes me happy and proud. She not only
tells stories, but also makes amazing ones.
Comments
At a stage parents become kids. And kids become parents. The responsibility of taking care toggles.
Well done/written.
And I'm going to cuff you on the head for letting go of the "kuzhandai" :):):)
happy holidays. and welcome back. hope you find enough time in 2014 for a regular blogging exercise.
Thanks a lot ! yea getting lost and reuniting esp when young is awful experience.
Yes well said. I see that more and more everyday
Hahahah you do have funny of saying it :)
:) ok i will do my best to be the regular
U are awesome ! and ur support is what inspires me to write u know that right ?
:) welcome and thanks for ur kind words