She looked beautiful and her face glowed in the turmeric she has applied before her bath. The yellow tint made her face look fairer. She chewed a chocolate and saliva slowly flowed from the sides of her mouth in light brown color. She didn’t make an attempt to wipe it off, instead she looked outside through the window of the share auto. Her nose pin shined like a small diamond when the sun rays fell on it. The reflected light made patterns on the roof of the auto. People noticed her and she became a short time celebrity though she didn’t realize it. Her fingers were long and fragile and they were tightly held to a yellow cloth bag. The orange sari on her added her beauty but the sari was worn carelessly.


The auto driver shouted at top of his voice.

Suddenly she woke up from her day-dream and said that she wants to get down there. She took time to get up, her fingers took more than 30 seconds to hold the bag, she fell on one of the passengers when the auto moved a bit to give way to a bike, the auto driver shouted at her for wasting the time, and the passengers murmured for making them late to office. She struggled to manage her bag and sari. Somebody opened the door for her to get down. She got down and searched in her cloth bag to find the money. It took a considerable amount of time for her to realize that she has forgotten her purse at home. Her eyes told us that she doesn’t have money. Somebody who was very eager to reach office said that he would bear her share. The driver’s wrath fell straight on her face and her wrinkled face stood expressionless. Her cheeks puffed with sadness and her Glaucoma affected eyes flooded with tears. The auto driver didn’t wait to listen to her apologies and he sped the auto away.

When I looked back, I saw myself in an orange sari, with a slightly arched back and a yellow bag hanging from my broom like hands.


PS : The way we treat old people is pathetic. Once, an auto driver took an old lady all the way to Mount Road when she actually wanted to get down at Velachery. We had to shout and fight with the driver for not taking money from her. We collected some money among ourselves and put her in another auto and sent her to Velachery. All the charm, energy and stable mind won’t be there in our old age unless we are lucky enough for them. We are not spared from not undergoing through old age phase of life. So why are they treated badly? Remember that even they had a wonderful and energetic youth some years back.


17 thoughts on “Reflections

  1. This is a beautiful post! So many times I have seen bus conductors, share auto drivers get irritated towards them. And I just thought the same thing in PS. You are not going to be young so long dearies. What goes around comes around. But our generation and next generation will change things I hope.. Touching Bhavia.. The turmeric shining face and the chocolate that she chews, such a contrast and how often we see it? They are indeed in their second childhood.

  2. Chennai auto drivers are a nightmare. I always thought Delhi auto drivers were the real goons but Chennai drivers beat them pretty fairly. Leave aside old people, I have been harassed numerious times because of being a ‘northie’.
    Beautiful narration by the way. 🙂

    1. yeah I admit.Chennai auto drivers DO have a problem with Northies and North East people.At times they charge you more,they drop you at the wrong place and sometimes they even tell you the wrong route. 😦

  3. this happened in the bus which i used to take to office earlier. old man, wanted toget down somewhere, the conductor heard something else, punched a ticket of more cost. he argued saying, his son said it will cost only so much and gave only that amount. so, the conductor took the money and thinking that he is making him get down half way, and threw him out. but luckily tat wat his stop.. good that all passengers shouted at driver and conductor for their misbehavior.

  4. Old age is a curse and sometimes I think that I shouldn’t live that long. I see the way the’re treated and feel very sad. I guess people see old age as a reflection of their age some years later and it makes them quite uneasy. In India atleast it is appalling to be old and helpless.

    Joy always,

  5. hmmm!! this happens to all of us…including me…and i always make sure that someone who is “genuinely” distressed at forgetting is taken care of…after all its just 10 bucks or so usually and i hope/pray that karma rewards me by bringing someone on to help me next time i am the one who forgets

  6. The way we treat old people is pathetic…. We had to shout and fight with the driver for not taking money from her.
    different WE’s, right? It is mind blowing how We are so eager to denigrate our entire society based on something We saw one day. It takes some purity and self restraint to see good things around us. Having lived in India and outside, this is where our education seems to fall short.

  7. Hi Bhavia,

    This is my first visit to your blog!

    Your fiction section is amazing :)!

    Oru divasam leave eduthu blog full aayitu padikkam 🙂

    Great work keep writing 🙂


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