Hard to let go

It is very hard to let go the one (Mr.C) that’s been integral part of our family for past three years.  Logically it should be M who has to be more attached to him as he had been his primary owner but as you know me very well it was me who was blinking back the tears to see him go into another set of safe hands. People came and went, some even underestimated Mr.C. It is hard to hear people speak bad about something you own even though there might be some truth attached to it. We heard all of it but didn’t lose the hope. I knew that someone will come who will cherish Mr.C the way we did. No offense to the people who looked at Mr.C earlier but I am glad that none of them decided to take him with them.

There came a boy from nowhere who loved Mr.C at first sight, who admired his beauty beyond all those imperfections, who instructed M very strictly not to show Mr.C to anyone else for the fear of losing him, who shouted at his mom over phone to come right away so that he can finish the deal and take Mr.C with him on the same day, who acted as Mr.C’s spokesperson when his family came to see Mr.C the next day.

More than finding a good owner for Mr.C, I was touched with the way they welcomed him into their family. They came as a family, the boy, his sister and his parents. Looked at Mr.C in all angles, spoke within themselves in some alien language (okie in Spanish but that’s still alien to me. My spanish is adding n “tho” to the end of the word say like excellet-tho or perfec-tho much to Adi’s annoyance),the parents made a silent nod to each other as the boy was explaining Mr.C features (frankly I should admit that he went overboard), followed all the formalities to own Mr.C and before leaving they had a family treat at dunkin donuts. The incident, the way they executed it reminded me of the day when my bro made his first (small) investment decades ago. We went as a family in a white ambassador car, followed all formalities, had lunch at a popular restaurant and returned home in the evening with a contentment that cannot be justified with words.

I was sitting there at the corner table of the coffee shop watching the family as they left. The parents left in their own car,  the boy and his sis left in Mr.C. It was hard to see him go. It was hard to see his sister sitting in the front seat that was most occupied by me. I will always find out if M gave lift to someone else with the way the seat has been adjusted. I always like it pushed a little back with more leg room. I was peeping through the window to take the last glimpse of Mr.C. But, beyond all those hard feelings there was a contentment that filled my heart when I thought about Mr.C’s new family. Mr.C is the boy’s first car and I am confident that the boy will cherish him as much as we did.

I am glad that Mr.C slipped through many hands very closely to fall into perfect hands.  Will miss you Mr.C. Sheesh will I ever learn not to hold this emotional bondage with every other item in the household. No wonder I can be called a hoarder.

Thus begins our journey to a new phase of life. More to follow..


14 thoughts on “Hard to let go

  1. I can so relate to you Ani, for I cant let go of my stuff easily. I guess I have taken after dad in this regard. We still have all of our old stuff neatly packed in ready to go condition in the lofts. I just cant see any of my stuff (even if its broken)go off. It must have been tough for you, but I am glad Mr,C got a nice owner 🙂 They will surely have lovely memories with Mr.C 🙂

    • I have loads of boxes at amma’s house too.. amma always threatens me that she is going to throw them away but keeps them very safe in the lofts 🙂

    • thanks much Sumana.. I have subscribed to your blog too but the hard thing is commenting on blogpost.. for some reasons I always have difficulty in commenting on blogspot.. I have nagged fellow blogpost bloggers to migrate to WP for my selfish reasons.. hope you hear me 🙂 I do read all your posts 🙂 8 years would have created so much memories na.. take care

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