Before this blogathon ends I want to put this post here for posterity.
In October, while I was starting preparations for the annual golu, I woke up on sunday morning to messages from my brother and missed calls from my mother to let me know that Dad was admitted in the hospital. What started off as an admission for a couple of days ended up becoming more serious and by the end of our Tuesday, the doctors were themselves not sure when they would discharge Dad from the hospital. A couple of months before that Mom had a freak accident and had broken her ankle, struggling to manage within the house forget running around to the hospital. My cousin and his wife were managing the hospital stay, food supply and their own office work after banning all senior citizens (all aunts and uncles) from going to the hospital because of the covid scare. Meanwhile my brother who had gotten his PCR test done and who was ready to travel was stuck in the UK because of new govt rules of anyone travelling from Europe having to undergo institutional quarantine for 7 days. I had booked my tickets but the earliest available one was on Thursday giving me time to get my PCR result in time to board the flight. By Wednesday morning, I had still not got the PCR result from 2 places where I had given the test so we decided to drive 1.5hrs to a lab where a 6hrs result was guaranteed while a friend picked Sam up from school that afternoon. After paying 200$, thankfully I received the negative test result on Thursday morning, well in time for my flight.
I was flying Qatar airlines for the first time and I have to say the food and the entertainment were both good. The first leg of the flight was relatively empty and I slept all by myself in 4 seats. One important thing I have to mention here is how impressive the airport covid testing was. I was out of the airport after giving a sample in under 1.5hrs which is usually the same amount it takes even without covid test. I was home by 5.30am on saturday morning Blr time. In the meantime, another cousin had flown in from Mumbai to help with the running around, my aunt and uncle had come from Mysore to stay at home with my mom so she doesn’t have to be alone and to cook at home while even after 7 days Dad was still in the hospital. After thorough cleaning of all my suitcases and bags and shower I continued to wear mask inside the house until we got the negative test result from the airport. After that, I was free to walk around the house without mask and go to the hospital. The next 3 days I stayed at the hospital with dad while night duty was done by my cousins (girls don’t stay in the hospital overnight and all that). Dad finally came home on Monday evening on Saraswathi habba and everyone heaved a huge sigh of relief.
All the stress of travel and dad in the hospital relieved overnight, my actual vacation began. I managed to get some shopping done, grab a chaat dinner one night, meet all my favourite people, spend time with parents, dinner with cousins, coffee with one friend and breakfast with the school gang. The next 2 weeks rushed past in a happy frame of mind. Also managed to squeeze in some bank work in between. Mom was super impressed with me this time with the speed at which I was getting things done 🙂
The best part of it all was Dad was home, healthy and Mom’s ankle had also heeled and she had started to walk properly with minimal pain. Like my cousins teased – it all only got better because I went. For the first time, while I was leaving, Mom gave me a hug and said she was so relieved as soon as she saw me, she knows now that me and my brother are always ready to be there with them at a moment’s notice and that gives her a lot of strength to face whatever future holds.
In all of this, I need to immensely thank the family that was there, holding the fort and giving us-dad,mom,me and brother the physical,mental and emotional strength until I reached Blr. This is the goodwill,love and affection earned that takes us sailing smoothly until the end of life.