The Gossip Monger
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expression on her face was more eloquent than anything. Contempt mingled
with snicker, showed in her every gesture. I knew without turning around who I
would see, because Paru Amma would be there. Ours is a small place. That is not
very big to not to know everybody, but small enough to know what is going on
around. And the main supplier was Paru Amma. She was a woman of about 5o. She
always had a plastic bag in her hand, and an old umbrella. In fact nobody has
seen her without the umbrella. Be it rain or sunshine, she had the umbrella
opened in her hand. And always with a word to everybody. Be it 3-year-old
Malavika or 70-year-old Iyer mama. And in every kind of festival or marriage or
anything, she was there. Enlivening the function. But though she did not know
it, she was abhorred by everybody, because she was the gossipmonger of our tiny
village. You cant call it a village too. Apart from the old villas and houses,
shanties and huts, There was two 5 and 7 storied flats there, one hospital, one
school, a shopping mall and what not. It even had a beauty parlor. There were
many people coming and going because the civil station or collection of govt.
offices was just over the corner. . and not to talk of the liquor shops..!and
we were sure to see paruamma somewhere in the neighborhood always she was
nosing around for news.
As I said before, ours is a small community, and we feel bad
of not knowing the others business. There was this case of wife beating in the
9/c flat of the big flat. Then there was
this servant/madam rift in flat 8/f in the small flat(the big flats are 7
storied and small is five storied!!) and then did u hear the latest! U know the
boy in the 5/c of the big flat? He is in love with a town girl! as if he could
not find anybody suitable here in our town..
Well that is the tidbits we get from our Paruamma, and it is
no joke, that we feel frustrated if we don’t see her one day
tobe continued.......
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