A Non-fiction Elegy
"Baba, wake up. How many more times do I have to wake you up after switching off your snooze?" I woke up hearing Amma's voice. Rubbing my eyes, I sat up on the bed, yawning. "I'm up Ma," I called after her. "I told you I had a feeling yesterday na ?" Amma asked. I frowned and swung my legs to the floor. Walking out the bedroom, "About what Ma?" I asked her. "The Metropolitan (the highest authority of the Mar Thoma Church)." She said. My eyes widened. "No." "Yes. Early morning today." She shook her head. I looked over at Appa typing furiously into his phone. "Good morning Pa," I said. He looked up. "Not such a good morning," he said. I smiled wanly. Ma was serving the customary morning tea before prayer. "I'll just come," I told her, grabbing my toothbrush and smearing it with Colgate. The cool water on my face pulled me out of my morning blues. I stared at myself ...