She passes away..
It was expected to happen. But to have happened so soon was unanticipated. We reached back to Patna after a month of dissapointments and dead-ends on the 11th of September. Today is the 17th ...
When the eventuality was presented to her, she asked the doctor in jest whether she had at least a week to live. She wanted to clean up the house and get things in order before she moved on. Six days were all that were given from above.
She was a gentle woman in a house of hardened men. She was the sound of irrationality, of humanness, amongst men of reason and rationality. We raised our voices and she used to back down. So as her sons grew older, they used to raise it often. She craved a hug, a touch. But we seldom obliged her. In the final weeks, her sighs of relief and comfort as I pressed her aching, immobile legs and arms reminded me of the years lost when we hadnt.
She tried her hand at reconciliation amongst the menfolk. She reminded everyone of the humanness of human relations. We didn't understand what she was talking about. Men probably don't get these things.
Of all her facets, the artist was the one that shone the most. Wood, Metal, Ivory, Plastic, Glass, Wire, Cotton and the Canvas - all were her medium of expression. However, cloth was what she felt most at home with in the later part of her life. Sarees and Kurtas were her canvas. The paintbrushes and the sewing machine were her faithful workmen.
She was a woman content with what she had. In fact, the allure of food or the allure of luxury were both concepts that she couldn't appreciate. Maybe the real artists never can. Their world is their studio. And our home was exactly that. A studio of odds and ends which found their way into a painting, a mural or a dress. Their owner has abandoned them ...
Ill health was a constant, unrelenting companion for her. A new bride with a toddler in hand, she managed a husband whose kidneys almost gave way when he was 27. His epilepsy and episodic fits were a part of daily life. TB came to haunt her in england when she was 36. Her son suffered from a slipped disk when she was 42 and the referred pain chased him for years until his spine was stretched in place on a stretcher for a month. Cancer reared its ugly head when she was 48. Spondilitis hit her husband soon after, forcing him and her to adopt a regular and aggressive health regimen. In spite of it, her gall bladder gave way when she was 53. And finally cancer relapsed in 2010 and then soon thereafter in 2011.
As we ducked and hid from the inevitable, going through the phases of greif, she remained composed and accepting of her fate. She wished for a quick and painless demise and she was obliged by the one above...
May she help him paint the stars and rainbows now ...