Jacaranda by Tejaswinee Roychowdhury
Flash fiction about a happier family life during one’s childhood.
First published in Yuzu Press (issue 2) in February 2022.
From the author:
‘Jacaranda’ is a deeply personal piece and comes from the things I can’t find in me to talk about. Creative expression is the best kind of catharsis, therapy, and ‘Jacaranda’ is one of those expressions. However, the inspiration came from a picture of a jacaranda tree that showed up on my Twitter feed one day. It was soothing—the purple, the quiet streets, the blue skies—as if I was there. I suppose when the need to release pain and something quite so tranquil cross paths, you close your eyes for a moment and let it flow because you know it is the will of the universe—the decision of the universe to set you free, let you know that you have it in you to not only survive anything but do so gracefully.
The evening smells sweet because where our snake-infested and untamed garden ends and the paint-chipped wood fence stands crooked, there is a tree adorned with fresh purple blooms.
“Jacaranda,” my father had called it one Sunday morning, under the simmering February sun of ’02. We had dug up a small pit with a tiny shovel and placed the sapling in it while my mother watched us from the kitchen as she brushed ghee on hot rotis for breakfast. I remember it as though it was yesterday; that morning had smelled of earth under my nails, and it had rung with laughter.
I haven’t seen my father in years. When I used to sit at the creaky secretariat table from my grandfather’s time, pretending to be lost in the reign of Akbar, I would sneak glances at him twitching his salt-and-pepper moustache as he read a copy of the Dainik Jagran, murmuring the news to himself, his round copper-rimmed spectacles balanced on the edge of his nose, while sipping on adrak wali chai from his favourite bone china teacup even though its dainty handle was cracked and held together with superglue. My blushing mother would walk past him, swelling with pride that he refused to replace it.
“Your father has a penchant for preserving old and broken things,” she had said to me one day, “and that is why I know he will never leave me, no matter how old and broken I get.”
Old, frail, and broken, on the outside and the inside, my mother barely leaves her bed, and I’ve heard his broken teacup whisper that he lives in another city with a woman as young as myself.
Tonight, I yearn to travel back in time and I promise I won’t make fun of my father, because I now need to believe what he used to believe eight years ago. “When a jacaranda flower drops onto your head,” he had explained as we had dipped our soft rotis in steamy split lentil soup, “it brings good fortune, but it will take at least eight years for the first bloom.”
His words still ring in my ears, echoes from a time long gone. And I stand underneath the jacaranda canopy, praying for a wild miracle, for my father to return and mend, with superglue, his old and broken bone china teacup.
Tejaswinee Roychowdhury is a lawyer, writer, and poet from West Bengal, India. She also dabbles in the occasional art/photography. Her recent fiction has been/will be published in Muse India, The Unconventional Courier, Misery Tourism, Vocivia Magazine, and Purple Wall Stories, among others. Her latest verse poetry has appeared/will appear in Amity: Peace Poetry (Hawakal Publishers, 2022), Close Up: Poems on Cancer, Grief, Hope and Healing (Orchard Lea Books, 2022), A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Piker Press, and Paddler Press, among others. Currently, Tejaswinee edits fiction for The Storyteller’s Refrain, is set to launch her literary magazine, The Hooghly Review, sometime in the first half of 2023, and is the West Bengal State Chair for the G100 World Peace Wing, India.
Twitter: @TejaswineeRC, Website: linktr.ee/tejaswinee
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