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Sweetie

September 23, 2019

Colonel “P” asked me:

“Have you seen “Sweetie”…?”

“No, Sir…” I said.

“I don’t know where she has gone. I just can’t find her anywhere…” the Colonel said.

“Don’t worry – Sir – I’ll find her and bring her to you…” I said.

Dear Reader: This story happened around 35 years ago – in the mid 1980’s – in a lovely place called IAT – nestled in the hills of Girinagar – overlooking the vast cool blue Khadakwasla Lake – near the city of Pune.

SWEETIE

A “Sweet” Story from my Wonderful Navy Days By Vikram Karve

“Have you seen “Sweetie”…?” Colonel “P” asked me.

“No, Sir…” I said.

“I don’t know where she has gone. The Dean wants to meet her. And I just can’t find her anywhere…” the Colonel said.

“Don’t worry, Sir – I’ll find her and bring her to you…” I said.

The Colonel returned to the senior officers’ group.

I started walking down to the boat jetty.

This happened around 35 years ago, in the mid 1980’s, in a lovely place called IAT nestled in the hills of Girinagar near the city of Pune.

It was one of those Sunday morning get-togethers for officers and families at the Naval Bay on the banks of Khadakwasla lake.

It was a verdant and picturesque place, with shady trees, lush green lawns and abundance of flora alongside the cool blue waters of the lake – an ideal setting for a picnic on a bright winter morning.

“Hey, you guys, have you seen the Colonel’s daughter…?” I asked some Sub Lieutenants – student officers – who were walking up from the boat jetty.

“The Colonel’s daughter…? Sir, I thought the D of S (Army) had two sons…” one of them said.

“No. No. Not the outgoing Colonel. I am talking of the newly arrived Colonel – Colonel “P”. He has a small daughter – she must be around 3 years old – her name is “Sweetie” – I had seen her playing on the lawns up there – and now she is not there – and the Colonel is worried…” I said.

“Is she a 3 year old girl, Sir…? I think she has gone for a boat ride. I saw Sub Lieutenant “X” getting into the boat with a small girl in his arms…” one of the officers said.

“Are you sure…?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir – I am quite sure…” he said.

Then, another officer said to me:

“Sir – I will get the binoculars from the boat shed – so we can see clearly.”

I looked through the binoculars.

The boat was moving slowly across the Khadakwasla lake.

I could clearly see “Sweetie”.

“Sweetie” was sitting on the Sub Lieutenant’s lap – and he was holding her tight.

I walked up to the lawns.

I said to the Colonel:

“Sir – don’t worry. “Sweetie” is safe and sound…”

“But where is “Sweetie”…?” asked Colonel “P”, looking anxious.

“She is enjoying a boat ride…” I said.

“What…? “Sweetie” has gone for a boat ride…? How is that possible…? “Sweetie” does not know how to swim. “Sweetie” is so scared of water. I wonder how she got into the boat…?” the Colonel asked.

“Sir – Sub Lieutenant “X” picked her up in her arms…” I said.

“What…? A Sub Lieutenant took “Sweetie” in his arms…?” the Colonel said, looking worried.

“Don’t worry, Sir – I myself checked up through the binoculars – “Sweetie” is sitting on the Sub Lieutenant’s lap – and – he is holding onto her tightly…” I said.

“What…? “Sweetie” is sitting on a Sub Lieutenant’s lap…?” the Colonel exclaimed, looking flabbergasted.

Then – as if in a daze – Colonel “P” broke off from the gathering.

And – we saw Colonel “P” running down towards the boat jetty.

“What’s wrong with the Colonel…? Why is he so hyper…?” someone asked.

“Maybe – it is because Colonel “P” has just got one daughter – “Sweetie” must be his only child. And that too – so late in life. He’s got a kid after the age of 40 – maybe that’s why he is so possessive and over protective…” I reasoned.

We sipped our beer.

A few moments later – we saw Commander “M” emerge from the woods with a ravishing beauty.

Yes – the woman was really beautiful – and we wondered what Commander “M” was doing with her in the woods.

I just could not take my eyes off the gorgeous lady.

The beautiful lady looked quite flushed – and – she smiled and said to us:

“Hello, Navy Boys – you have got a lovely place here – your Commander just took me for an exciting trek on the banks of the lake…”

“Good morning, Ma’am…” we said.

“Oh – I forgot to introduce myself – or rather – your Commander forgot to introduce me…” she said, looking at Commander “M”.

The Commander looked embarrassed and he started to speak.

But before he could say anything – the beautiful woman looked at me.

The beautiful woman proffered her hand.

I pressed her soft hand.

Her touch felt good and I felt like holding her hand forever.

The beautiful woman smiled at me.

I smiled back.

The beautiful woman looked into my eyes and she said to me:

“My name is “Sweetie”…”

“Sweetie…?” I exclaimed, shocked and dumbfounded.

“Why…? You don’t like my name…? Can’t my name be “Sweetie”…? Am I not “sweet”…?” she joked, smiling flirtatiously.

“No, Ma’am. Yes, Ma’am…” I fumbled in embarrassment.

“Hey – please don’t call me “Ma’am”…” she said.

Suddenly – Commander “M” found his voice – and – he introduced her formally:

“This is the new D of S (Army) Colonel P’s wife – Mrs “P”…”

Mrs “P”…? That’s even worse than “Ma’am”. I don’t like to be called Mrs “P” either – and – for heaven’s sake – please don’t call me “Mrs Colonel” – like someone once did…” she laughed vivaciously.

Then “Sweetie” looked into my eyes and she said to me:

“You are my age – so you just call me “Sweetie”…”

“Okay – “Sweetie”…” I mumbled, trying to recover my wits.

“Hey – what happened – why are you looking so lost…?” Sweetie asked me.

I thought “Sweetie” was your daughter’s name…” I said to her.

“What…?” she said, giving me a curious smile.

Then “Sweetie” said to me:

“Forget all that – I’m feeling thirsty – I’m dying for a drink…”

I got her a drink.

We talked.

We sipped our drinks.

“Sweetie” was really sweet.

I really enjoyed her company.

Suddenly – “Sweetie” looked beyond my shoulder – and – she said:

“Ah – there comes my boring husband. He seems to be looking quite grumpy…”

I turned around and I followed her gaze.

Colonel “P” was trudging up the slopes – holding his 3 year old daughter in his arms.

As Colonel “P” approached – I could see that Colonel “P” was giving me quite a ferocious look.

So – I quickly excused myself from “Sweetie” – and – I left the scene before the arrival of her husband – the furious Colonel “P”.

EPILOGUE

I looked at Colonel “P” and his wife “Sweetie”.

What a contrasting couple – a grumpy old husband and a bubbly youthful wife.

During my long Navy career – I met many such mismatched couples.

And – I have always wondered:

“How come the Grouchy “Old Fogeys” always got the most Beautiful Vivacious Youthful Wives…?”

VIKRAM KARVE

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  1. This story is a fictional spoof, satire, pure fiction, just for fun and humor, no offence is meant to anyone, so take it with a pinch of salt and have a laugh.
  2. All Stories in this Blog are a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the stories are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/02/sweetie-sweet-memory-from-my-wonderful.html

This Story was First Posted by me Vikram Karve at 2/04/2014 01:17:00 PM in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal blog at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/02/sweetie.html and later re-posted a number of times including at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/02/sweetie-sweet-memoir.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/11/humor-in-uniform-sweet-memoir.html and https://karve.wordpress.com/2017/09/13/a-sweet-memory-from-my-wonderful-navy-days-romancing-sweetie/and https://karve.wordpress.com/2018/05/13/sweetie/and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/06/romance-in-uniform-sweetie.html

My course-mate’s wife

September 23, 2019

MY COURSE-MATE’S WIFE

Story By Vikram Karve

I recognized her at once.

She was my course-mate’s wife.

It was 7 o’clock in the morning.

She was standing with a little boy who was wearing school uniform.

The school-bus arrived.

She kissed the little boy on the cheek.

The small boy waved her goodbye and got into the school-bus.

The school-bus departed.

She turned around.

And – she saw me.

She recognized me.

She smiled at me – and walked towards me.

“What are you doing here…” she asked me.

I said to her:

“I have been watching you for 5 minutes – but you were so engrossed in the little boy that you didn’t even notice me…”

“He is my grandson…” she said.

“I thought as much…” I said.

“My grandson is the only thing I have got in my life…” she said.

“What about your daughter…?” I asked her.

“She is there – but she is very busy with her work…” she said.

“Oh – so you are doing “nanny duties” in your daughter’s house…?”

“What to do…? She lives all alone – and she has such a busy career – so I have to look after her son…”

“You daughter lives all alone…? What about her husband…?”

“My daughter is divorced…”

“Oh – I am sorry to hear that. What happened…? Why did she get divorced…?”

“Compatibility Issues…!!!”

“If “compatibility issues” was a reason to get divorced – all of us would have got divorced long back – especially you and…”

I instantly regretted my words.

So – I said to her:

“I am sorry…”

“It’s okay. He passed away so many years ago. I have got over it long ago…” she said.

“Yes. 25 years. He was a dear friend – and – of course – he was my course-mate since our academy days…”

“My daughter was just 12 years old then – now she is 37 – I brought her up on my own…”

“I know – it must have been tough – but full credit must go to you…”

“My daughter has done really well – she topped in her engineering course – and now – she is working for the best Software Company – and she is doing really well in her career…”

“That’s really good…” I said.

“The only bad thing that happened is that her marriage broke up…” my course-mate’s wife said.

“But you are there for her…” I said.

“Yes – I am living with her for the last 9 years – ever since my grandson was born…”

“Oh…”

“My daughter – she got divorced 6 years ago – and since then – she has immersed herself so much in her career – that she has absolutely no time – and I am looking after my grandson – doing everything – as if he was my own son…”

“That’s really great of you…” I said to her.

My course-mate’s wife looked at me for a moment.

Then – she said to me:

“I have been talking all about myself. What about you…? What are you doing here in Pune…? And that too in our residential township…”

“Well – I retired from the Navy last year…” I said.

“Settled in Pune…?”

“No. I have gone back to my hometown – we have a huge ancestral home there…”

“Oh. So – visiting someone…?”

“Yes…” I said, “My uncle lives here – in “E” Building. You may know him – Mr. “XXX”…”

“This is such a huge gated community – I don’t even know the people living in my own building. Out here – life is different as compared to Navy Townships – everyone keeps to themselves…” she said, “and I am so busy looking after my grandson – that I really don’t have any time for anyone else…”

“Let’s go and meet your daughter – the last time I saw her she was a small girl…” I said.

“She is not at home…”

“Does she go to work so early…? I thought “IT Firms” open quite late – after 9…”

“My daughter has gone abroad for 3 months – to the US – for a project…”

“Oh…”

“She has to travel a lot for work…”

“And you are there to look after her son…”

“Yes – I told you – my entire life revolves around my grandson…” she said.

I spent a week in Pune.

During that week – I met my course-mate’s wife every day in the morning when I went for my morning walk – and – she invited me home a couple of times for tea and dinner too.

I saw that my course-mate’s wife was devoted to her grandson.

Her entire routine revolved around her grandson – dropping him on the school-bus – picking him up after school – taking him for various tuition and hobby “classes” – monitor him as the young boy played sports or had a swim – his meals – his studies – everything – she did more for her grandson than normal mothers do for their children.

She was constantly with her grandson – not leaving him alone even for a minute.

Once – I said to her:

“You are getting too attached to your grandson. Remember – he is not your son…”

On hearing this – she got angry – and she said to me:

“Don’t say such things – he is more than a son – I love him much more than people love their own children – and he loves me too – even more than his own mother. I told you that my grandson is the only thing I have got in my life. He is the light of my life…”

It was true – her grandson loved her very much – he was indeed the “light” of her life.

10 YEARS LATER

I visited Pune 10 years later to see the same uncle.

But this time – I went to visit him in the “Assisted Living” facility of an “old age home”.

My uncle was suffering from dementia – he had been afflicted with Alzheimer’s disease.

He was in bad shape.

I felt very depressed after meeting him.

As I was walking towards the main gate of the “old age home” – I saw my course-mate’s wife coming out of the reception office of the “old age home”.

Yes – it was her – my course-mate’s wife – who I had met 10 years ago – the woman who loved her grandson so much.

I smiled at her.

She smiled back.

I said to her:

“So – you’ve come to meet someone here…?”

“I live here…” she said.

“You live in this “old age home”…?” I asked her, surprised.

“Yes…” she said, “you were right. I shouldn’t have got attached to my grandson so much…”

And then – she broke into tears.

VIKRAM KARVE
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Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2018/05/the-grandmother.html

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