While Jumping from the bed by the grumpy alarm, Mr. Ranjan Joshi screamed to himself ,“ Godddd ! Its already 8 and she wil be ready in just few more minutes ! ” He panicked and rushed to the bathroom. Sharpened the frenchbeard. Wore the leather jacket. Coloured the front stripe of his hairs to Red. Put the blue contact lenses. Sprayed the Jovan musk. And kept the ring in his jeans pocket.
The Joshis’ hut, a sweet home. Ranjan was at his best to get ready as early as possible, in his bedroom. At the dining, of the same home, Mrs. Joshi was waiting being veiled with the gorgeous pink saree. And a red rose clipped to the shining white hairs. She is 62. Stil as gorgeous as ever.
He flew out of his room and ran to the dining. Saw the watch. 9.15. He was 15 minutes late. He was ready, as ever. Sprinkled a king-style to his gait. Rolled the moustache. Wore the glasses. And entered the dining. Gave a royal smile to the beautiful old lady. She Stood up. Blushed. Poised like a shy bride. Hid behind her wrinkled palm. And waited.
The 30 years young Ranjan, went down to his knees. Removed the ring and said, “ Wil you marry me, Shefali? ”
The biggest and happiest day of her life. She waited from years to listen those words. Tears rolled. Smile shined. The wet lashes said ,“ Yes ! I wil …” She took the ring and shied away from the dining, dancing from room to room. Smile curve refused to be a line. Decorated the home. Ate chocolates. Lightened the candles. Sang the melodies. She started living the day as if there was no tomorrow.
Two dreamy eyes, filled with tears, were witnessing her happiness behind the screen.
She has Alzheimer’s.
Lost all her memories except for the SINGLE day when Mr.Joshi had proposed to her, 35 years back. She lives the same day, daily.
Ranjan washed the red stripes off his hair. Removed the jacket. Kept the lenses. Wore his office formals and told to the teary eyed old man who was lost in enjoying his wife’s joy behind the screen, “Dad ! Am leaving for office. Take care of Mom. Am sure, She wil be this happy the whole day.” Mr.Joshi hugged Ranjan and said,“ Ranjan ! What you do in daily morning for your mom, hardly any other can even think of. Am so proud of you” Ranjan tightened the hug and said, “Dad! Am the luckiest to have the best parents in this world. And you, please stop being so dramatic. ” Both smiled.
Ranjan took the box from Preethi, his wife. Was about to leave, But Mr.Joshi’s curious eyes queried,“ But am afraid for the day when you wil start aging and stop mimicking the young look of me! She wil fail to recognise you the way she did to me. She just remembers that SINGLE day of our life and my youth look of that day. What will happen when you wil loose hairs… start greying… get a tummy…. like i did ??”
While taking his car keys from the hook, Ranjan smiled and mocked, “ Pray for a grandson, soon ! ”
– Dr. Rajkumar Patra