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Forgetting Things

Lately I have started forgetting things. It’s not at this stage, where I should feel alarmed, but I do feel worried a bit. I do hope I am not at an early stage of Alzheimer.

Before going for groceries I do make a note, but the thing is I forget it at home. It’s either that, or I misplace it some where else. If I put it in my purse, it magically loses itself in the labyrinth of my purse. I keep searching for it, and in the end I gave up. I return home, and whoa the things I needed most, were the things I forgot.

The other day, a funny thing happened. A friend talked to me about something about her grandchild. Later on, probably she was worried that I may talk to the person concerned. She kept phoning me, day in and day out. I kept wondering as to what she wants, and you will ask why? The answer is, she phones me once in a blue moon. Anyway the cat came out of the bag after two days. She asked me not to say what she had told me. I set her mind at rest, and finally when she was assured of my “good intentions” I asked her, “what did you tell me?”

Has this happened to you?

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Coming Here

This month I remained busy with tying up odds and ends at home. Actually I was coming to US to spend time with my son and grand children. My younger grandchild IB was very much excited and kept asking his father, as to when his Dado will come. He drove his father up the wall with his questioning. IB was there at the airport along with his father. Both had to wait one and a half hour for me to emerge out finally. I was exhausted with the long journey and the long wait in line for the immigration. There were few booths open and the Aliens were far too many.

Whenever I come to US I feel I have arrived home. The people are extremely nice and they are always smiling. You always feel welcome here. The trees and the greenery are another lovely sight to behold. I simply love it here, although I do get a lot of discreet stares which I try to ignore.

Reaching my son’s home my daughter in law in her own way to welcome me, had prepared a lot of dishes. There was quite a spread on the dining table. Later on I went up to the room which they had assigned to me. IB joined me after sometime. He brought out his wallet. It had three dollars in it. He took out one dollar from it and put it in my hand. “Here, Dado take this. You will need to buy something for yourself.” It brought tears to my eyes over his generosity to share what he had.