“Hello, we’re planning a get together. Come along. We can relive the good old times”, boomed Mr. Achuthan from the other end.
“Why not? Who else is coming”, asked Dad.
“Oh! The Menons, the Arvindakshans, the Nalinakshans, The Sudhakarans and the Surendrans.”
“And Hemachandran?”
“No. His mother in law is not doing fine.”
“Let me call him up”
Before I go further, this presumed get together was for some retired fellows most of them free with kids married and settled in far off places within India or in some foreign country.
“Hello, Hemachandran? Ah! Why are you not coming over for the get together? You ask your brother in law to manage for a day, no?”
“Eeek! Should one bother?”
“Bother about what?”
“What can we do? A pack of oldies who can’t drink or smoke or eat their fill? Compare notes on how much sugar one has or pressure? Or talk about the pains and aches? Iam not coming!”
Dad broke out laughing. A call to Hemachandran always makes you laugh.
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