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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Courage / Heroism
- Published: 10/11/2013
Grandma (Thakuma)
Born 1986, F, from Kolkata, IndiaGrand Ma (Thakuma)
The dawn with dense fog in winter.
The house in the Circular Road, one old woman is awake. Coldness of the morning lulled the whole house to sleep, nay, the people of whole locality. The old woman clad in a light white sari is washing the clothes. In the cold gust of wind her body is trembling, but she bothers very little about our own pains. She will have to finish her jobs. She is working silently in her own mind. This old woman is no one else but the grandmother, or thakuma, of the house. Chandra Devi, who got all her life no love but insult and accusations. Since the day I gathered some practical perception, I have understood and felt how much sorrow-laden life is led by my thakuma. She used to wake up at 4am in the dawn. What work was she spared to do? Nothing. She had to do the washing, sweeping, ironing and many such manual jobs. My auntie used to wake up not before 7. After the morning things, we used to come to the breakfast table. All were joining the fun of the breakfast table except thakuma. She had to be in the kitchen for cooking. One day thakuma wanted to participate in the chat. But Auntie insulted her so much that thakuma till her death never showed her face.
Now and then parties were organized at our home. It was my birthday. Thakuma gave me her own silver ring. She did not have any golden one. Thakuma was weeping silently when she was putting the ring onto my finger. One drop of tear made the ring wet. I got so many gifts but the bright glow of the silver ring which my thakuma gave me out of her deep affection, outdid all costly gifts that I got from others. But my auntie looked critical. She told my mother in a voice loud enough to draw the attention of thakuma, "didi bhai, my mother, gifted one gold ring to Kutush(my nickname), give her that ring. Why should she wear a silver ring on her birthday? It looks bad." Thakuma felt hurt and told me not to wear the ring. It was not for thakuma, but to show my anger to auntie, I did not wear the silver ring.
Thakuma was not allowed to go the birthday party hall. But one day she went mistakenly, or might be out of curiosity, to see what was happening there. She used to love me so much after all. My auntie did not accept her going to the hall. The insulting words were hurled on her.
A few days after this birthday my auntie had an accident. Doctor told her that one kidney is damaged. The other kidney was damaged earlier as my auntie had high diabetes. No one agreed to donate a kidney. It was not possible to buy a kidney from outside. But immediately a kidney must have to be collected. Thakuma came forward. She could not bear the pain of my auntie who insulted her at the slightest opportunity. Thakuma donated the kidney and no noe ever knew it.
Grandma (Thakuma)(Rituparna Bhattacharjee)
Grand Ma (Thakuma)
The dawn with dense fog in winter.
The house in the Circular Road, one old woman is awake. Coldness of the morning lulled the whole house to sleep, nay, the people of whole locality. The old woman clad in a light white sari is washing the clothes. In the cold gust of wind her body is trembling, but she bothers very little about our own pains. She will have to finish her jobs. She is working silently in her own mind. This old woman is no one else but the grandmother, or thakuma, of the house. Chandra Devi, who got all her life no love but insult and accusations. Since the day I gathered some practical perception, I have understood and felt how much sorrow-laden life is led by my thakuma. She used to wake up at 4am in the dawn. What work was she spared to do? Nothing. She had to do the washing, sweeping, ironing and many such manual jobs. My auntie used to wake up not before 7. After the morning things, we used to come to the breakfast table. All were joining the fun of the breakfast table except thakuma. She had to be in the kitchen for cooking. One day thakuma wanted to participate in the chat. But Auntie insulted her so much that thakuma till her death never showed her face.
Now and then parties were organized at our home. It was my birthday. Thakuma gave me her own silver ring. She did not have any golden one. Thakuma was weeping silently when she was putting the ring onto my finger. One drop of tear made the ring wet. I got so many gifts but the bright glow of the silver ring which my thakuma gave me out of her deep affection, outdid all costly gifts that I got from others. But my auntie looked critical. She told my mother in a voice loud enough to draw the attention of thakuma, "didi bhai, my mother, gifted one gold ring to Kutush(my nickname), give her that ring. Why should she wear a silver ring on her birthday? It looks bad." Thakuma felt hurt and told me not to wear the ring. It was not for thakuma, but to show my anger to auntie, I did not wear the silver ring.
Thakuma was not allowed to go the birthday party hall. But one day she went mistakenly, or might be out of curiosity, to see what was happening there. She used to love me so much after all. My auntie did not accept her going to the hall. The insulting words were hurled on her.
A few days after this birthday my auntie had an accident. Doctor told her that one kidney is damaged. The other kidney was damaged earlier as my auntie had high diabetes. No one agreed to donate a kidney. It was not possible to buy a kidney from outside. But immediately a kidney must have to be collected. Thakuma came forward. She could not bear the pain of my auntie who insulted her at the slightest opportunity. Thakuma donated the kidney and no noe ever knew it.
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