Once upon a time there was an old and small black Television that weaved a magical tale.
When I was growing up and I still am in the process of becoming an adult, there used to be a mini TV set that was mounted on a metal angle in my grandmother's room. This TV had been introduced in her room because she had suffered from a stroke and was in the process of recovery. It was difficult for her to move to the next room. So my father had installed this television which connected to the main and huge big TV set in the room in the dining area by two fat black wires and white metal points. When switched on,it would play the same channels.
This TV set even though was a newly taken out of it's box and played her favorite shows seemed like a pathway to older times where these mini TV sets were the ones that you owned.
It was her way of being connected to the rest of the world which seemed to have stood still for her and her universe confined to that one single room where we could rally around her. This TV set became one of her main interest as the small size of the picture obscured the scheming plots that she wished to follow in all her spicy serials.
It became an indirect and by far the most impressionable influence on her. Now that I look back on it, my father deliberately installed it because he was aware that this might suitably tingle her senses enough to force her into gaining some semblance of life back.
It did. The concept worked. Though she never recovered properly, she took small steps in that direction. This television was the most important step of all since it's small size motivated her to move to the room which would show her a better and a more clearer version of her preferred soap operas and their over the top made up actors and actresses.
She did move to that room becoming triumphant in her efforts . Automatically she fit in with my grandfather's plans of consuming more fruit and milk with her daily dose of spicy entertainment.
So when years later, when she was no more and I would be in that room, I would look at that lonesome small TV. None of us ever thought about removing it or doing anything with it. It had become so much a part of her room and had merged so soundly into the decor that we probably forgot about it till one day I remembered it's brave contribution to the grand scheme of things in the betterment of someone's life.
The memories spawned by this idiot-box will always be a happy one spurring one onto the road to recovery and healing.The TV still has not lost it's magical touch.
About the Author
Aspiring writer who likes to see the different colors of the world and then write them down. Shrehya Taneja is currently studying English literature at Delhi University and likes to keenly observe things. She is a forever aspiring author who is interested in viewing the world differently. Among other things she loves books and traveling along with her pet dog and the simple things in life.
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