“It’s grandpa Tom,” he calls out. I do the usual thing.
Tom smiles, happy that he’ll have a rapt audience.
He tells me about his native village, his childhood friends, and his teachers. He laughs heartily, recounting his exploits at different stages of his life. He enumerates the changes that have taken place in our town. He praises my daughter-in-law for her unique way of preparing tea. He leaves at six.
“May I fetch your hearing aid now?” Abhi asks me.