30th July 2019. A call from my dad woke me up. I checked the time: 6:30 am. I should have realised that early morning calls do not bode well, but I was too sleepy to notice. My dad said there was some sad news, and a groggy me asked him to go on, without fully comprehending what was being said. ” Giti aunty is no more”. It took me a few seconds to process, after which the shock and denial crept in. My mom was at aunty’s place in Bangalore, and hardly 10 hours ago, aunty had sent me pictures of the fun things she and mom had done. Yes, she had been unwell for quite some time. But hadn’t she always fought strongly?
My mind went back to the very first memory I had of aunty on a Friday evening in Kolkata; the day she told the 1st of the many stories she has passed on to me.
“…., and that is why we do not say the word snake after dark. If we happen to do it by mistake, we take Astika muni’s name thrice” Giti aunty completed her story while Chinmayee, aunty’s 5-year-old daughter and a 6-year-old me attacked the food kept before us. We had met a few weeks earlier, in the dance class that Chinmayee and I used to attend, and instant friendships were formed. A few months later, my dad got transferred, and we moved to Bangalore. Lack of technology resulted in lost phone numbers, and we lost contact with Giti aunty. But some connections are so strong that they find a way to flourish. Almost a year after we moved, aunty found our number through mutual friends and called to inform that uncle had a job offer in Bangalore and they would be moving in a few days. That was the beginning of the formation of a bond stronger than that of blood.
We would visit each other’s houses at least 2-3 times a month(which gradually increased in number). Chinmayee and I gave each other nicknames, Jinni for her and Dipu for me. Aunty and my mom would try making new dishes while Jinni and I played. Uncle and dad met for the 1st time in Bangalore, and they connected instantly. We celebrated birthdays and festivals together, went on long drives, and had fun. What started as a friendship became an unbreakable bond. Three years later, my dad got transferred, and we left Bangalore, but our relationship strengthened. Not one day would go by without my mom and aunty talking over call, and that continued till the last day. Hence, it would come as no surprise the impact aunty had on me.
For me, she has been a 2nd mom, the one who not only cared for me but told me about a ton of topics my mom was clueless about. She gave me my 1st bathrobe and explained why it had a pocket. Aunty loved buying stuff for others. That’s how half my wardrobe was filled. She would buy something, call, and say that I liked this so bought it for you. And all my protests of having too many clothes would be met with a fixed argument-” This is the age for it. Also, you are my elder daughter, and I will hear nothing more.” This was also what she did the day before her passing. She went shopping and bought a dress for my birthday, along with gifts for many others.
There is no single word to describe my relationship with her. I would not have spoken to her for months on end but could still take the phone from my mom and talk about every topic under the sun. My birthdays never started without a phone call from her. The joy she got from little things was something I always admired. I gifted her a small thing after getting my internship stipend, and she told about it to every single person she knew.
I last met her in Dec 2018 after a gap of 4.5 years. She was so excited that she cooked a wide array of delicacies. We spent the entire day talking about a myriad of things and then went on a drive reliving old memories. The next day, Jinni and I dressed up and took tonnes of pictures. While I left, we made plans of catching up again like the old times. That plan, sadly, never materialised.
The amount of love that she had for giving was tremendous. My friend had met her for a few hours yet felt like she had known aunty forever. Even though her illness made life difficult, she spread smiles and made others’ lives better. In the last few days of life, she saw movies to her heart’s content, went shopping, and did a lot of things she hadn’t done in long. And I really hope she was happy in those last few moments. I may never be able to hug her again, but I can still hear her melodious voice calling out my name, ready to pass on a piece of gossip.