THE GATEKEEPER

Her fingers had just started delving into her lunch and she hears Apputty call out from inside. Gouri sighs, shakes her hand free of food and gets up from the table. Her knees groan in agony. She is 70, not a young age by any standards. She limps towards the wash basin and in the same topsy turvy walk hurries towards the bedroom hoping that she was not too late. She was indeed too late…Apputty had wet her bed.. It was not the first time and it certainly was not going to be the last. So Gouri went about business in a nonchalant manner. She changed the “mundu” that Apputty was wearing and wearily changed the sheets. By the time she was done her back was aching and she had forgotten all about lunch. She went back into the kitchen and saw her untouched lunch on the table. She put a lid on it and walked off to the porch of the house and sat down. Her tired eyes glazed over…….

Its been more than 3 years since Apputty was totally bed ridden. She was 89. She was Gouri’s aunt. She was one of the assets that Gouri inherited when their ancestral home was being partitioned. She had always been an important part of the family. Every one always said that she was healthier than three generations put together that is until the fateful day she fell. That did it.. Apputty never got up.. she was scared. She was still physically healthy..all her senses functioned perfectly, she ate well and she slept well, but psychologically she was cuckoos. Gouri had been imprisoned in the house since that day.. she could not go anywhere, she could not meet anyone, she could not partake in any family events. Her life had become an endless session of bedpans, wet beds, feedings and midnight awakenings by Apputtys blood curling screams after her nightmares. She also had to constantly put up with complaints that she was not looking after her well enough….

Life certainly had not been a bed of roses since the death of her husband nearly 25 years ago.. but she had managed.. she had put her kids through college, got them married off, tried to get them settled…
Her son was in Daman. Struggling to make ends meet..could not come back home.. he had shamed the family.. he had created debts that the family was still trying to pay off…
At least her daughters were doing well, she thought with a smile… and then a frown creased her forehead..
One of her daughters was divorced, grossly overweight, a compulsive obsessive workaholic with a daughter who could not be exactly classified as normal.. Gouri just wished that she would not live to see the day her grand daughter would be weeping on her moms funeral… that anyway seemed imminent to happen…
Her other daughter had a hobby of collecting all the tensions in the world and then worrying herself to death. But she was still better of the lot.

Wasn’t this the period in life that one was supposed to enjoy with grandchildren.. where was that period of her life.. will she ever see it or enjoy it fully? She knew that if only Apputty ceased to be a shackle in her life… she regretted the thought the moment it entered her mind. How could she think like that??? Had she become like the rest of the world.. cold and heartless.. Had she forgotten that this was the same woman who had cared for her as a child, for her children after her and than for her grandchildren… that this was the same woman who had done the work of 4 people single handedly, that this was the same woman who cried every time something happened to Gouri, that this was the same woman who most probably prayed to God every night to end her life so that Gouri could get on with hers…

Gouri is woken from her reverie by the creaking of the gate. A boy strides very authoritatively into the courtyard… Gouri could not make out the young guy. He had a small carry bag in his hand.. Gouri squinted into the sunlight…She was shocked.. it was her elder grand daughter.. she had come to visit from Coimbatore. What had the girl done to her hair!! Gouri felt tears prick her eyes.. “Ammamma” shouted her granddaughter and Gouri’s world just came alive…she was indeed spending time with her grandkids… life was still beautiful… yes, there were problems but who didn’t have them.. her immediate concerns were transformed.. what to cook for lunch.. what was her favourite??? Renu hugged her grandma so tightly that her frail figure would have broken… Gouri did not mind…once in a while the gates of her lonely life would open to let in a flood of happiness…her life was still beautiful…