This situation is something of an analogy.
Manjula was the kindest person I’ve probably ever met yet she’d be let down badly by people throughout her life.
I also try to be kind and considerate and I’m beginning to realise it doesn’t work well when others are insensitive, thoughtless, can’t appreciate the ‘other’ and are ultimately unkind. I know, I know I’m a naive 63 year old.
I’m now isolated, in quarantine at home, the street is blocked by fencing on either side of my house, the washing machine is disconnected, I’m unable to shop. Lucie is confused and I can’t walk her. I’m disrupted.
Sowbhagya who works for me is also in a difficult situation quarantined with a sticker on her door confined to a postage stamp house separated from her son.
On the positive side I am in a comfortable home, received home deliveries, stocked up the freezer, Lucie is a street girl and can figure things out. I am extremely fortunate, there are people in terrible situations and have been for months. I should complain less and be sensitive to their situation.
This situation is however completely unnecessary and could have been avoided with a little thought and care.
Two weeks ago the owner asked if they could use the downstairs house for a couple of months. I readily agreed as we have no guests in the current situation. I use it but can manage. There’s one of me and counting the ground and first floor house it’s four bedrooms, library, two lounges you know the sort of thing. Help others, share it out.
The five members of family: grandparents, parents and daughter were living in an apartment in Bangalore and were concerned about the increase in the spread of the virus. At least one of them has underlying health conditions, and the elderly are from a vulnerable group. Once we discussed a few conditions primarily about looking after my stuff and complications about shifting the washing machine plus getting confirmation this was a temporary arrangement (many of my friends were suspicious it was a con to get back the houses) but I checked that one out specifically.
It was a hard thing to do emotionally. Manjula died a year ago. This is our home. She moved and properly set up the Mysore Bed and Breakfast when we took over the downstairs house around eight years ago. But I could so I should help. They could exclusively have the downstairs house with me and Lucie upstairs, separate entrances etc.
They moved in ten days ago.
The adult son of the owner who I deal with now informed me after six days, he’d been tested positive for coronavirus and would go into isolation in hospital.
The rest of the family and I were tested the next day. It seems that the only one other who tested positive was his daughter and she’s now with him in hospital.
Of course it’s just one of those things we have to deal with the best we can, everyone around the world has the same challenges. However, we’ve spent almost three months in lockdown being careful not to get the virus. That care paid off as we’ve had no cases in our layout Siddarthanager, until now, that is.
Now we have what seems to be a completely avoidable situation. Were they suspicious that they might be carrying the virus? Probably, otherwise, why go for a test the day after arriving?
If there was a suspicion a test should have been taken before shifting from Bangalore or gone to their isolated rural farmhouse rather than completely disrupting our lives.
It’s a practical problem but was quite an emotional pull letting them use the house. Manjula’s room was downstairs and for her last few months we created a lovely set up for her. This was her place I was letting go. I’d asked for her picture, the one on which we’d placed flowers every day for a month and then every month to be left on the wall. I discovered they’d taken it down and stuffed it in my storeroom down there. It’s now upstairs with five other pictures of her so maybe a bit over-the-top.
It’s now reflected, when I said at the beginning, kindness met by at the very least insensitivity, to me and my situation and to Manjula even after she’s gone. People don’t care for others enough.
The world is in a sorry state, we just don’t care. The virus, climate change and our responses are actually symptoms of that malaise.
6 thoughts on “Unkindness”
I’m truly sorry to read this post. Yes people, selfish people, these are and it is plain to see. Perhaps they suspected that Bangalore hospitals would be too full to accommodate them so they decided to move over to Mysore. The only positive thing in this that your result turned out to be negative. Take care dear Stephen. Please write or call if you need any help or assistance at any time.
Thanks Anu, I appreciate your support. They have a farmhouse on the outskirts of Mysore towards T Narsipura which they could have used. Its water under the bridge now. S
Yes, very sad. Be interesting to see what happens next! You are doing the best you can in impossible circumstances. It’s all grist for the mill when it comes to your writing however. It’s the only upside I can see at the moment 😏
All part of the crazy life. I’m really impressed with the number of Indian friends reaching out and not happy with the situation. S
Your kindness has not been repaid in kind. I feel very sad for you. I hope that they now move to the farmhouse they could have gone to, before giving you this undeserved grief.
On a brighter note, the banner is in a serious thinking phase, I have hopes of meeting up with Sally to discuss. I have bought 8m of bondaweb to back the silky fabrics, it will be stitched too. I’m not going to rush it, but I know that once I start it will be all consuming. You, Manjula and Sally are often in my thoughts.
Stay as safe as you can.
Thanks Jacqui, appreciate your support. Anything else you need from me? Do give me an idea how much it’s likely to cost when you can do I don’t get a heart attack. 🙂🙃😉 S x