“Gajavadana beduveee … “. Soft musical notes waft up to my
balcony from the downstairs apartment. I sit cross-legged on my swing, soaking
in the smell of a fresh morning coffee, swaying gently with the breeze, poised
for 72-year old Jaya Aunty’s daily music practice, my very own daily form of meditation.
“Oh God. I can’t
focus,” a young voice breaks the melody.
“Come on Ma. Our work from home and Karthik’s school. That’s priority. Not this. Just stop this for a few
I hear Jaya Aunty go
quiet. In that instant, not just one, but two hearts break.
Note: The much-older generation and the much-younger toddlers who have been under house-arrest have had it the worst. The ones in the middle have still found ways to keep themselves entertained. Let’s try and keep ourselves sane and give everyone around us a chance to find their mental peace too. Live. But more importantly, let live.
This 100-word micro-fiction was born from a conversation I was having with Amma – of struggles faced by the different generations during lockdown. The story is written for the Covid Crazies 2021 Edition of the Blogging from A-Z Challenge. The entire list of 2021 posts can be accessed here.