Amma

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“Aur kitna khaogi? You just had an apple. The remaining ones are for us,” he said.
She adored him. He was her favorite grandson. Now, lying in her dingy room, she thought of the days when she used to hide apples, mangoes, and apricots for him. Everyone said she was biased and she knew she was.
She had eight grandchildren. Out of all of them, Kabir was the apple of her eyes.
An angry voice pulled her back to reality.
They told her she was losing it. Her memory often failed her. She was too weak to get up from her bed now. Diabetes, arthritis and high blood pressure wouldn’t leave her alone. At 86, all she wanted was attention.
And that’s what nobody wanted to give her.
She wanted them to sit with her, eat with her, laugh with her, watch TV with her.
But they couldn’t stand her anymore. She was an old sofa that had to discarded soon.
All her life, she had fought for Kabir and his parents. Her other children often told her that they too deserve her love and affection. But she couldn’t see beyond this family.
It was Kabir who snatched the papaya from her hands.
She could hear him now.
“She doesn’t even deserve to be alive. Why are we keeping her here? Let us take her to the old age home. I am sure she doesn’t have too many days left,” he was shouting.
They thought she couldn’t hear. They thought she was always blabbering
But she heard everything. She understood everything.
Where can she go? What can she do? To save her self respect and dignity?
Nothing. The only solution would be to die. But even death eluded her.


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