When I was growing up, I used to get so irrirated with my grandmother who will come up with a a song for every random word that I said. Being a language teacher, she was a storehouse of poems and songs and rhymes that would make me cringe, so much that my message will be completely lost in the process of communication. Growing older, I have understood that I have got at least fifty percent of her riddlesome nature, of singing songs about random words and people.
There were other legends about her. One was that she had the ability to make a very fiery husband crack up in laughter (I don’t think I share this trait) whose way of self-expression was flying plates at the dinner table if he wasn’t happy with the food that she prepared. Then on sleepless nights, they would tell each other how they had met each other when they were both eighteen and he will say with a smile that even then he knew she will be the one whom he would marry. With my late reading hours, I might drop in to their room listening to them argue about the hardships and obstacles they faced from her family (sixty five years ago) and their beautiful love story that I don’t think even their children know much about.
I am no different I guess, at least about the song part. I don’t think I have witnessed anything as thrilling as the sight of the supermoon in the recent times, life being so uneventful. I guess the best part was the feeling to go on gazing at it as if its magic is enough to lighten up your entire being. I think that's when my I remembered my all time favourite "Yellow Moon" and needless to say as with old favourites, these play in the head from beginning to end, with each word, right in its place.
About the lovebirds, she doesn't sing anymore as she lost him some years back and her favourite way of spending sleepless nights is her constant prayers for death and asking for the priest to give the holy sacrement. Recently, when I was giving her food, she noticed the newspaper and asked me "Has my name come in the obituary today?"