In order to take up the job in Singapore, I had taken sabbatical leave for a year. Among our close relatives, the only person who was not very happy in our going abroad was my wife’s mother. Even though she was happy that we got an opportunity to work abroad, she was half-hearted in sending her eldest daughter to a far-off place. My better half’s mother and father were school teachers and after retirement, she became diabetic. She was not taking her medicine regularly and uncle was not knowledgeable enough about these things as he was always preoccupied with many things including some farming. Their eldest son and his wife were working in Alappuzha and for their convenience they had moved to a rented house in the town and uncle and aunty were left alone in the house. The only thing aunty used to do regularly was getting her blood tested once in a month. She used to carry a bitter gourd in her bag which she used to eat raw a few minutes before giving the blood sample for testing. Innocently, she thought this will bring down her blood sugar.
Things were going smoothly, but
all on a sudden she had a chest pain and was admitted to
a private hospital in Alappuzha. Doctors diagnosed her
trouble to be a mild heart attack called angina. They
did not inform us but our son from
Kozhikode reached Alappuzha and he found
grandma recuperating after the mild attack. After returning to Kozhikode, he had sent me an
email telling that grandma is alright and she will be discharged in
a day or two. I had seen this email at home in
the morning and told my wife that everything
is fine at home. Our son was careful not to call us on
phone to avoid his mother getting upset. However, when I checked my
mail at 1130 AM before going to lunch at my office, he
had written that things are really bad as grandma had another
massive attack and asked us to come home as early as possible. When
I talked to my friend Siva, he
said he will go to the travel agent and
take tickets using his credit card by SilkAir flight to
Thiruvananthapuram and come direct to the airport. He asked me to go
home and bring my wife to the airport. I took a taxi to our
home and asking the driver to wait, went
inside and took some clothes and started to
airport telling that her mother is a bit serious. By
the time we reached Changi airport, Siva
was requesting the check-in staff not to close the gate
as the time was getting late. Somehow, with his effort, we
could board the 1400 flight to TVM. Due to
the time difference we could reach TVM by 5PM.
As the evening train to North had already left, we took a
taxi to our place and reached home by 10 PM, even before her
brother reached from Mangalore. As they were not sure
when we will be reaching, her body was kept in the mortuary at
Alappuzha Medical College.
Kuttanadu was in floods at that
time. The premises around the house were submerged
in water to a level of about 40 cm. Next day, the cremation
was done by making an elevated platform on
pillars using bricks. As I was on a contract
job with minimum leave , I left after two
days leaving my wife at home. She came back only after a
month or so. With this incident, she lost all further
interest in sightseeing in Singapore, probably another
reason for not pressing for extension of my contract with DSI.
We were staying in a part of Singapore called
Bukit Panjang which was just a few kilometres from
Malaysian boarder, but we could not
even make a trip to the boarder. Malaysia was
a place we wanted to visit. A few
years back, while we made a trip to Cambodia, the land of
ancient Hindu temples and genocide, we had taken a Malaysian
visa to go around Kuala Lumpur. But as our
flight from Kochi Airport
was rescheduled from 11PM in the night to 10AM next day due
to some technical problem , we could get only a few hours in KL
during which we could just go to the Petronas twin
towers and take a few photos.
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