Chanda - Wish I could tell you this

I was watching Noor. Noor’s Malti reminded me of my Chanda back in Patna. All these years of my stay-alone but smart in Patna would have drained out without her by my side. The idea of staying alone is such exciting that every other details of running a house on your own gets blurred. It’s like Love is Blind. But it does not take long to discover the end of honeymoon period. During that period only Chanda arrived in my life. She is such stupendous calculative working woman with two kids and a part time present husband who hardly ever bears their expenses. But Chanda is unstoppable and magician. Why? At the time of her appointment she was categorically told to come by 9 to 9.30 in the morning sharp. And I was relaxed. Then I returned from work, had dinner, keep on checking incidents, watched some trash movies on TV till 2.30am and went to sleep. But the calling bell banged at 7am in the morning. Freak me opened the door and there Chanda is standing with her watermelon smile. I was shocked. What the hell is she doing here so early when parents are not around and I stay alone! Her great reply was she thought of chopping off the veggies so that I could cook before I leave for work. I mean..well.. And the drama now started. She used to brought her kids to work which were considered as pleasant visits. They loved banana and Salman Khan. The elder one used to like to sit on the chair while the younger one used to think my 2-BHK was a small ground. Sweet were those mornings. Then I had to fall ill too. Let me tell you, when I fell ill I am a real cry baby. I love the attention, pamper and care. But when you stay alone it makes you super cranky. So I had Chanda touch. She used to address me Diddi in a very typical style. She never bothered to offer all the extra chores if I was not in mood to do. And it is also true that she used to be randomly absent from her work when my Mom used to be around. It was a lovely Tom & Jerry show to enjoy. I remember her try to read the newspapers at my place. She used to take some Hindi tabloid, sit on the floor during her jharu chore and read. The Hindi expert in me tried to assist her. This habit of hers amazed me. I used to insist her to sit in the bed but she refused gently so we never had any further discussion over it. I respected her self-esteem. She being a North Indian married woman with kids did not bother to be dependent on her husband. She planned her life. Her articulation, calculation, determination influenced me. I learnt from her, her struggle, professionalism and her watermelon smile. I wish I could tell her this.She was my support system, the smoothness provider to run my show uninterruptedly.