Mr. Vasan and his wife Annapoorni lived in a peaceful locality in Chennai surrounded by canopies of trees and mild traffic plying even during busy times. The apartment was mostly occupied by senior citizens and one could hear a suprabhatam in the morning and Vishnu sahasranamam audio in the evening. The apartment was usually quiet and maintained a high level of orderliness. Occasional loud laughter of men with jokes from the 60s and some TMS songs could be heard on Sunday evenings when some of the apartment men meet at Mr. Vasan’s residence.
A loud jarring clinking of the cycle bell and a loud scream of a ten-year-old shook Mr. Vasan early one morning as he was having his hot cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. He almost dropped the newspaper. The strange sounds tintinnabulated the whole apartment. Mr. Vasan rushed to the gate to see where the noise came from. His eyes could not believe what he saw. He saw a 10 year old plonked on a cycle bigger than his size, hooting and cheering expressing excitement at his new cycle. As he saw Mr. Vasan freeze in a sense of trauma at the clangour, he raced forward almost standing and riding it.
A human touch set Mr. Vasan free from his frozen state, it was Mr. Krishnamurthy, his neighbour from the first floor. He introduced his grandson Vicky and declared that the little boy would stay with them. While Mr. Vasan was not very happy about it, he tried his best to show some excitement to Mr. Krishnamurthy to extend his camaraderie.
Vicky’s seemed thrilled about everything in the apartment, he enjoyed breaking the serene silence, as he ran down the stairs he rang the bell of the houses he passed by; he sat on the handle of the stairs holder and slided down; he cling clanged with his cycle bell even when there was no traffic. Mr. Vasan found the new normal of the apartment and the locality annoying. But he had to be nice to his neighbours, so he decided to keep quiet.
After about a month, Mr. Vasan was quite used to the hurly-burly in the morning. But suddenly one day, he waited and waited and almost longed for Vicky to disturb his routine, but there was silence and serenity reestablished. Mr. Vasan walked up to Mr. Krishnamurthy to find out what had happened. Vicky had an accident, he was thankfully safe, but the cycle was damaged. No one knew where to take the cycle to service it. Vicky turned to Mr. Vasan and asked in his squeaky voice, “thatha, can you please do something?” Mr. Vasan melted at the request.
He knew someone who could help, he called OK Boss to check if they can get the cycle services. A personal assistant was immediately deployed, he took the cycle to the nearest local service person, got the quote for repair, got it approved by the cycle owner and dropped the cycle back to Vicky in as soon as it was ready. Mr. Vasan and Vicky’s friendship began with that and has lasted for a long time now.
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