And Then a Large Man Holding Pink Umbrella Stood Peering Amicably at Me…!

Pink Umbrella
A Man and his Pink Umbrella

 

Author: Suganya Kannan

Hi Folks! I am Lily.
I think you may be wondering with the title. Some may even think it is weird. But this is what happened to me last week…

It was an early morning in the Rainy season.

I woke up from my bed at 6.00 a.m. to take coffee which could give some wetness to my dry lips. While I was making coffee, I could hear some chirping sounds of birds into my ears. I went to the backyard of my home. With the neatly processed lawn and with some shrubs and plants, the garden looked amazing at that time. I took my coffee cup in my both hands to make me warm from the chilly weather.

The climate was splendid. The mountains were covered with mists and the drizzling rain made the birds to dwell in their nests. The leaves were in pitch green color due to the rain. The road was spotless and no human was found there except a man who was holding a Pink Umbrella. The man was sitting on a bench which was kept at a tea shop located in the corner of my Street with a Pink Umbrella. He was holding a cup of tea in one hand and the other hand was holding the Umbrella. As the teashop was rather far from my home, I couldn’t see his face clearly, but the Pink color of the Umbrella was vibrant. I slowly started walking towards the Street to enjoy the drizzling rain once my taste buds finished the coffee in the cup. The droplets of the rain were flawless and the hymn of the birds has also added some more beauty to the situation.

Suddenly, the man with the pink Umbrella started his gait from the teashop towards me. Now, gently I could see his face gradually. He was a Large Man with thick eyebrows and a beard on his face. With the wrinkled skin and the swollen eyes, I thought that his age might be 70 (approx.) I was trying to figure out his face as it seemed familiar to me. The man stopped his walk once he reached near to me. He stood peering amicably at me for more than 3 minutes. Then, I ran from the backyard to my home.

I searched for the photo which was taken when I was 10 years old. I felt surprised. Yeah! It was he, the same Large Man with thick eyebrows. I took the album and ran faster to the backyard. But he was not there. He walked so far from my home with that Pink Umbrella. The rain stopped. But unknowingly, a drop of tears from my eyes wet the album’s front cover. “And then a Large Man Holding a Pink Umbrella stood peering amicably at me was my Grand Father”. He was dead when I was 10. It has been ten years. But I couldn’t forget him and his memories. He was my childhood friend who used to tell many tales for me, who used to buy toys and gifts, who never felt tired while holding me in his arms. I felt blessed in that morning. And it was my 20th birthday. My Grandfather came there to bless me with his innocent smile. It means a lot to me.

In everyone’s life, there comes a person whom they can’t forget whatever the path of life is!

And for me, it was my Grand Father, the Large Man with the Pink Umbrella!

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