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Wednesday, April 29, 2015

The Last Penny - Chapter 7 – Getting On


Srini woke up when the phone rang at about 11am. He was still a bit groggy. He looked at his phone. It was Anita calling.  He answered and she could tell he had been woken up late, probably by not getting to sleep early enough. She too had not slept well but was at work. Her boss had noticed something not quite OK with her and asked. Anita had told her. The boss had been very understanding and particularly appreciated her coming to work that day. She had offered her time off work whenever needed. Anita had taken a break and called Srini.

Just as Srini assured her he was OK and would go to make breakfast, there was a beep on his phone with a new call waiting.
“That must be Rohan, ‘Nitu. I will talk to you later, love. Go back and work. It will help you.”
He answered Rohan’s call. He had just stepped out for a break from his meeting. He thought he would simply call and find out how Srini was. Rohan too sounded like he had not slept well, but he would soldier on at work. He was a hardworking young man. Srini assured him that he was OK and on way to make breakfast. Rohan let him go.

As he had breakfast, he received a call from Molly. She was quiet and subdued, a bit different from her usual self. She asked if Srini could use her help in some chores or anything. She asked him to come over for a meal and stay at their place whenever he felt like. She was trying to do as much as she could while taking care of the kids and preparing to go back to work. She did not mind putting it off for a little while. Srini was touched by the love shown by his ‘three kids’. He replied that he would definitely take up the offers sometime.  He conveyed his love to the twins over the phone. He could hear them chattering and they heard his voice from the phone and babbled something back at him as he said his ‘bye, bye’ before hanging up. The twins were conditioned to wave goodbye with their hands when leaving. They apparently always waved their hands even when he said ‘bye, bye’ over the phone.  Molly would describe it and Srini always had a chuckle imagining that.

He had a few things to sort out with Dr. Fa soon.  He called up his friend. He was with a patient and took his call after a short wait. Annie, the receptionist was not in that morning. It was the younger new receptionist apprentice. She put him on through to Dr. Fa on hold. Srini waited, sipping his tea.
“Yes, Srini. How are you? Anything new?”

“Fa! I told my kids yesterday. I want to schedule the surgery as soon as you can. I want to get going as soon as I heal, in about two weeks after the surgery. I have a plan that I discussed with Dan. I want to travel overseas for 2-3 months to meet some people and see some places. I will come back here then and spend the rest of the time tying up some loose ends and spending time with my kids. Btw, do convey my regards to Emily and your children. How are they? We will have a party sometime and I want to invite them all.”

“Srini, I will arrange for the surgery to proceed soon. My office will get back to you soon. Yes, Emily is fine. She sends her regards. The kids are OK too. They are traveling now visiting family overseas. They will be back later this month. I’ll catch you later, Dost! “ Fa signed off as the next patient came into his office.

Srini got a call from Dr. Fa’s office that evening booking his surgery five days hence. He spent the next couple of days in writing up his plan for dividing up his financial assets. He met Dan and his boss Steve at their office and they arrived at a final draft.  They all signed it and it was done. Srini had given his kids their share. He had done the paperwork so that Rohan and Molly would have over half their 3 bedroom house in the new housing estate already paid for. It would reduce their mortgage by a significant amount that they could easily pay off in about 10 years.  Srini bought Anita a small 2 bedroom unit in the same estate, a couple of streets away, almost entirely paid off, but something she could pay off in a couple of years. He liked the idea of his children being close to each other literally as well as figuratively. They were far from their other relatives, who lived in other countries. He figured this would be a good way to keep them close, so that their own children might have a chance to have extended family nearby.  It was to be a surprise to them.

Srini had gone to the housing estate and reserved two suitable houses for his kids.  He paid a deposit and they were glad to oblige. He asked the management to keep things quiet and to arrange for all the paperwork to done as soon as Rohan and Anita wanted.

Srini had money set aside for himself, to spend in the following year. He also wrote a few checks to some of his favourite causes and a few people he wanted to help – in their work or personally.  They all went out that very day without an explanation as to his personal condition. He wanted to see everything done properly and legally before he was gone. There was to be no reading of wills or any possibility of litigation after he was gone. Only memories were to be entertained. He wanted it that way.

He called his kids over for dinner a couple of days before the surgery. Molly and Anita came over early to help cook up a feast. It was a warm afternoon.The twins came, all bright and ready to play. Srini took them out for a stroll through his neighbourhood and a play in the park. He attracted some surprised looks as he got the little ones out in the park to run about and play on the slides. There were many younger mothers and a couple of fathers who had brought their children.

One protested loudly when the other was taken out first. A couple of young mothers came up to help him get the twins off the pram. They tried to hide their surprise at the seeing this grey, but seemingly fit gentleman with such young kids. One was never sure these days if they were his kids or grandkids.

“I know, I know. But this is what one gets when one marries too late,” Srini joked.

Dinner was cooking when he went back home. Things were sizzling and bubbling in the kitchen. Srini sat down in the stool in the kitchen after putting the twins in the playpen. He felt a little winded.

“Here, have a buttermilk drink, Dad!” Anita offered him a glass.

Srini sipped it, relishing the taste and smell of crushed lemon leaves and salt.
“Appa, go and have a lie down, have your afternoon nap.  We will wake you up when Rohan gets here,” Molly said gently.

Srini went and lay on the couch, next to the twins playing. He gradually dozed off, even as the twins played around him, talking to him, he replied a few times. It was a wonderful sight and feeling that transported Srini into dreamland. When he started to snore the kids were surprised at the first big snore. They both turned around suddenly and lost their balance in the shock. Anita, who happened to be passing by, saw it. She went to tell Molly.

Srini woke up to see the twins being held by Rohan, right over him. They were reaching out and one caught his nostril while the other caught his glasses.

“Dad!” said Rohan as he set down the kids and gave Srini a hug as he was sat up.

They all washed up and sat down to dinner.  Rohan had picked up something special for dessert on his way. This was to be the last full meal for Srini before the surgery.  While there was some risk, Dr. Fa’s record of such operations was very, very good. Everyone was hopeful that Srini would come out of it well. They did not speak much about it that night. It was a weekend. Rohan’s family and Anita had planned to spend the night at Srini’s place and spend the next day with him. They would drive Srini to the surgery the following day according to plan.  It was a pleasant, jovial atmosphere at the house with just a hint of sombreness just below the surface.

After dinner, they all sat down in the living room for dessert with a cup of tea in hand. Srini casually asked Molly to pass on a folder that had been lying on the coffee table all day to him. She handed him that without much thought. The others too only paid casual attention to it.

Srini took out three envelopes and handed one each to Anita, Rohan and Molly. It had their names written on them simply in Srini’s characteristic handwriting.

“What is this Dad?” asked Anita with some surprise, as she carefully tore open the envelope. Rohan and Molly too were doing the same.

They each looked at the note that was inside. Srini’s eye carefully watched them and wandered between them. Their looks and changing expressions and look at him were something he would treasure, always. They were priceless for him. He was soon mobbed and the three were upon him. It was good that he was sitting in a comfortable couch with good back support.

“Dad! You should not do this!”
“Appa, you still will have many years. You will need this money.”
“Dad! This is too soon to think this way or do this even if you want.”
“Dad, I love you. Just the thought that you want to is enough. This is too much.”
“Dad, I love you.”
“Appa, I love you.”

This was a happy and tearful scrum. As expected the twins wanted to join in and hence broke it up.



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