Papa’s Umbrella

Delightful memory…

Ruelha

My papa had this huge umbrella. He made me feel like Cinderella. Unlike many other languages in India, Catholics here refer to their grandpas as 'papa'. It really confuses everyone. About that, nothing can be done. Papa here, mostly means 'father'. But, I've been speaking this way since I was a toddler. So anyway, back to Papa's umbrella. He was a tall and strong fella. Everyone around me, especially my mommy, was using trendy three-fold parasols. They never looked like they could assault. But, my Papa was quite something. That umbrella could have housed a weapon for hunting. It was tall and huge. Great for me to take refuge. Just a single fold. You know it was so damn old. With immaculate craftsmanship. A wooden handle at the tip. It was a simple black one. And to me, it weighed like a tonne. My Papa expired a few months short…

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