High five!

He smiled at the young couple, who knocked at the door and went back to reading the paper.

“Hello Uncle,” said Divya as she sprung in.

He smiled, kept the paper back on the table and sat looking at the visitors.

“How are you uncle?” asked the beaming girl, extending her hand towards him.

He smiled, without reciprocating.

“Daddy asked me to tell you that he’ll be at the club tomorrow evening.”

He smiled.

“He tells me that you’ve not been going to the club?” she asked taking her seat.

He smiled. His wife walked in hearing the conversation. “Oh, Divya. I guessed it should be you. Hello, Karthik. I’m so happy, you’ll took time to visit us elderly people…”

“How could I leave without taking your blessings aunty. I was telling Karthik how many days you’ve packed my school lunch after I kicked up a ruckus at home in the mornings…” and turns to her husband and says, “Aunty is an awesome cook and uncle, omg! such an entertainer. I made it a point to come here before my exams. Spend 5 minutes with uncle and I would be de-stressed…” Divya excitedly shared her best moments with the old couple to Karthik.

“This is Divya,” aunty told her husband.

He smiled.

“We had gone for her wedding last week,” she tried reminding her husband.

He smiled.

“She’s Shetty’s daughter. In sector 6.”

“Yes. I know. I know. How is Shetty?” uncle asked.

“He’s fine uncle. He said he’ll meet you at the club tomorrow.”

“I’ve stopped going to the club now. So, who are you gentleman?”

“That’s Shetty’s son-in-law. Divya’s husband.” Aunty pitched in.

“Oh. I see.” He smiled.

“Divya is my youngest daughter, Karthik. After my sons went to university, it was she who filled their space. Both of you should visit your parents whenever time permits,” she advised the youngsters.

“Sure aunty,” Karthik assured.

“What will you’ll take? Coffee, tea…”

“Nothing aunty. We just came to take your blessings. Our flight is at 6pm. We need to rush.” Divya  explained and got up.

She touched her feet and went towards uncle to pay her obeisance. As she bent down to touch his feet, uncle turned to his wife.

“Shetty’s daughter, Divya. She’s going to her in-laws today. She’s come do the high-five with you.”

He smiled.

Divya straightened and took his hands in hers. “I’ll miss your high-five uncle.”

He smiled.

Aunty sat beside him. “Listen, this is Divya. Shetty’s daughter. You would wait for her every morning to give her a high-five before she got into her school bus…”

“Yes. Yes. How can I forget. Shetty’s lovely daughter. God Bless you.”

“Bye uncle. I’ll come in December now.”

“Okay. You came with this gentleman?”

“Yes, uncle…” Divya began explaining when aunty cut her short. “Go, dear. It’s getting late. God bless you both.”

She hugged Karthik and told him, “Don’t feel bad son. Uncle was not like this at all…”

“Pls aunty. You don’t have to explain. I understand. I saw my dad wither away. But I must say, aunty, you are doing a great job. You have such patience. That is what they need. Our patience.”

As they were about to leave, Divya saw uncle join aunty at the gate. She got out, walked towards him, lifted his right hand and joined hers to his palm. “I can’t set out on my life’s biggest examination without your high-five uncle!”


© Nisha Sanjeev

Linking this to World Alzheimer’s Day- September 21 at Write Tribe

Also linking this to Ultra Blog Challenge


13 responses

  1. So very touching and so realistic. As someone who has seen this, I concur with the description.

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  2. Beautifully told, Nisha. Yes, being a caregiver takes an immense amount of patience. Quite a struggle, really. God bless the caregivers with strength and wisdom – and above all love.

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  3. Love you for posting this Nisha! Wonderfully written. Alzheimer’s is not easy to live with, both for the one suffering and the ones who look after them Hugs!

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  4. wonderful description of what it is like… both as a patient of the disease and a caregiver…

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  5. Loved reading your post, Nisha. Those suffering from this illness don’t even know what’s wrong with them, patience and loving care is what they need.

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  6. Amazing what a high five can do!

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  7. Such a beautiful incident, I cannot call it a story because it is true….. Hats off to the care givers.
    It made me tear up as I read it.

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  8. A moving story, so simply yet evocatively put!

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  9. Oh, Nisha, the power of your touching words! Aunty is amazing, I can imagine what she is going through to preserve Uncle’s dignity. Robbing its victim of human dignity is just one of the horrors of Alzheimer and dementia. There is nothing worse than for a family than to watch the person they love metamorphose into someone they no longer know losing all control of everything s/he cherished. It’s like clouds slowly spreading over the brain, shifting from time to time. If you are lucky, you get a glimpse of a fond memory time and again, which you grasp with both hands. Thank you, my dear. HUGS ❤

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  10. Very nicely told Nisha…It’s so sad to think what this disease does to people 😦

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  11. Touching! Yes, you feel sad when you see people you’ve known and adored wither away like this.

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  12. ellytreehugger AKA elly stornebrink | Reply

    So sad to see people ‘go’ like that isn’t it? Patience due to repetition must be part of the caregiving. ❤

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  13. “All a person needs in life is a hand to hold and a heart to understand”
    It is so hard for the families of the loved ones who have Alzheimer’s…..

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