Holiday Chronicles-I

Pappa and me started from home by walk. Andhra was sizzling. The cry of Samaiyaka Andhra (United Andhra) could be heard everywhere. Shops were closed. But we had important stuff to do. Pappa had to go to bank. I had to go to the post office to get some postal covers to send choodi. ( for details on choodi click here).

It was a pleasant day. The sun had decided to be merciful. And so we walked. The bank was open, he submitted his cheque and we waited. The staff gave a cheerful smile which was totally against the mood outside. And whats more the cheque was encashed and the passbook updated in a jiffy.

And we proceeded to the post office. Walking slowly reminiscing about past times, about the present and planning for the coming days, We walked and I had a suspicion that we had had missed the way. I saw three boys cycling on the other side and so I crossed over and asked them the way. ‘Straight akka, it is still further’, one said. I crossed again to be with pappa.

We resumed our walk when we saw the boys cross to our side. One of them said, ‘Do you see the coconut tree?’

I said yes.

‘Well, the post office is there’.

I gave a thank you smile.

We walked further to see the three gentlemen waiting for us near the post office.

My heart swelled with pride at the three boys. Rest of Andhra might be burning but these three were determined to show the way to an old man and his daughter.

On our return we walked lost in our own conversation and evidently lost our way. AΒ  biker on our inquiry told us that we had come quite far. And so we took a shared auto as to walk some more was difficult. As soon as we sat inside the auto, it started raining…. heavily.

The auto driver took us further from our stop to a place where we could get some shelter.

We paid him and ran towards a shop.

One look at my father and the shopkeeper gave him a chair to sit. My father would not sit without his daughter getting a chair too. And out came another chair. And so we sat till the rain stopped.

I had been upset about this division of state, the power politics. But people that day reiterated my faith in humanity. Thank you Vizagites, more so to the people of Kurmanapalem.

18 thoughts on “Holiday Chronicles-I

  1. Usually a lot of this happens for political reason Bhagyashree . Humanity is humanity everywhere . In fact even between two warring nations the states if the common man would be similar

  2. The individual civilities shown within a city has nothing to do with the underlying reasons for the clamour of a partition.
    I liked the portion about your spending good time in leisurely manner with papa

  3. This is such a heartwarming post Bhagya . The politicians can try very hard to divide the state , but compassion and humanity still rules . I am glad this incident made you more positive πŸ™‚

    • Yes, it did. πŸ™‚ And it was so nice to see that in an age when people do not have time for themselves or their elders, so many came forward to help my father in so many ways.
      Thanks for visiting Sridevi

  4. This is such a positive post, Bhagyashree. It’s encouraging and instills hope in me that there are still a few good men out there! Not that we didn’t know it but it never hurts to reaffirm our guesses πŸ™‚

  5. I am glad to hear that….and I admire my country for that. I moved into a new apartment couple of weeks back. I was alone shifting 5 bags of 50 lbs each. Cars in the parking lot kept going, some looking at me, some pausing, but no one stopped to give a hand. That moment I felt, if it was India, whoever saw me would not have just passed but would definitely stop and help me.

  6. Nowadays, we come across people like the one you have written are rarely. But they are still there to lift our hopes! We are also one of them. If we do good to others, those acts will be returned, definitely!

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