Saturday, January 28, 2017

Morning routine in my parents house

This is the kitchen of my parents' home. Their day begins with two glasses of warm water, to which Amma adds a spoon of honey and some lemon.
Appa finds a knife and plates, and sits down at the dining table to slice elchi bananas. It takes a while. They will eat the bananas later, with cinnamon powder and sugar. The milk is set to boil. The filter is filled with coffee powder; and boiling water is poured into it. The fabulous smell of Mysore coffee fills the air. Once the decoction and milk are ready, the first cup of coffee is had. It takes them an hour to complete their first round of morning activities.

Recently my mother took a fall in the bathroom. It was not a major fall. But my sister, my cousin Girish and I have been taking turns to sleepover at their house for a few days, until things normalise. That's how I am here, watching these morning rituals. As I observe them moving around, I realise the mortality and fragility of the human body.  Someday, I will also get to this slow-moving stage. Will my husband be there with me, dancing this slow dance?

Last evening, an elderly neighbour heard about her fall, and came to visit my mother. "Deepa," she said, in that advisory tone that even complete strangers use freely in India "You must now look after your parents carefully." Almost instantly, I replied, "Maami, it is my good fortune that I can serve them". I realised as soon as I said it that I was parroting a cliché. But sometimes it is the clichés that seem to most closely reflect our thoughts. I am indeed blessed, that I can spend time with my parents at this stage of their life. 

My parents are still able to do many things on their own. For things that they cannot manage, my sister and I have been pitching in for the past couple of years. Our army of maids and drivers has been very handy. But in the process, the big thing I have learned is that when it comes to caring for elders, money alone is not enough. You cannot throw a nurse on the job and expect it to work well. Planning, coordination and a sort of loving expertise is required.

Many things seem small; but they are important to the person you are caring for. For example, the feeding of the crows in my mother's house is a tiny ritual, but it's important to her. It follows a fixed pattern. Rice and curd are mixed together into thayir saadam. The crows come at 10 am. Nothing else will they eat, except that thayir saadam. We have tried upma, sevai, dal-rice... uh-uh, sorry! Only thayir saadam is accepted with grace. So this is a ritual now, and it must be planned the previous day. We must ensure rice is cooked every day, and that some curd-rice is set aside for the next morning. At 10 am sharp, it has to be placed on the compound wall. If my mother is unwell, then someone else must do this little thing, because the crows cannot be forgotten.

There are a hundred small things like this, each one tiny, but each one a fragment of my parents' routine, a part of the way they want to live their life. It is what makes them who they are. It brings normalcy and comfort to them, to see these things done. I hope my sister and I can do it for as long as required.

10 comments:

satish said...

Interesting!!!! Can relate so well to what U have to say.....with my parents too in a similar position:)

poosha said...

Really beautiful, Deepa. Love to read posts about your parents.

Anonymous said...

Can relate so well to this,Deepa.

Sunita Chugh said...

Deepa, love this piece describing your parents, slow dance..so rhythmic, so serenne, so simple! thanks for sharing. in the need to protect my mom in law , i feel like rescuing her from her daily chores, only to realise, i am yet again feeding my own need!

jyo said...

These small routines are what they leave behind for us to remember them... Loved reading your blog Deepa!

Tony M. said...

Good post.

Anonymous said...

What a beautiful post about your parents, continue to cherish them.

Haddock said...

Enjoyed reading this. Something that is unique to each house, especially where elders are there.

"Will my husband be there with me, dancing this slow dance?" ....... I think all couples after crossing a certain age unknowingly go through this slow dance.

Unknown said...

Beautiful! I'm able to relate to this totally. Ditto routine in my parents place and we daughters pitch in as and when required.

kaaniyalan said...

Madam,
You are really a caring daughter as looking one's parents in old age is divine. You will be blessed by the divinity.
-Malaikolundu Kuppuswamy, Porur ,Chennai