Small Story 447.

Small Story 447 Memorable Judga Journey – James got down at the Kodaikanal Road railway station. His friend’s car was waiting outside. At fifty-five, James looked remarkably smart, and his wife, Sophia, at fifty, carried herself with equal grace. The driver greeted them warmly. After a simple breakfast at a nearby café, the car began its journey toward Periyakulam. James had been brought up in Vadugapatti, a small village near Periyakulam. He came from an ordinary family and was raised solely by his father, Fredrick, after losing his mother at an early age. Fredrick’s closest friend was Muthiah, a respected schoolteacher. Muthiah had lost his wife when she was just forty-five, and his only daughter, Ambika, after completing her studies, had married and moved to Australia. Both Fredrick and Muthiah, after retiring—one from the post office and the other from the school—had chosen to settle peacefully in their beloved village. It was Muthiah who had supported young James in his studies. A man of principles, he helped every deserving student without looking at caste or background. The friendship between Fredrick and Muthiah was an example of genuine respect, knowledge, and emotional strength. With hard work and their guidance, James became a doctor. He later went to the United States for specialization and eventually settled there after marrying Sophia. The amusing part was that Sophia, though American, loved Indian culture deeply. She followed Indian customs and traditions with such sincerity that it made James profoundly happy. As the car moved along the familiar roads, James told Sophia, “When I was in school, sometimes my father sent me by judga—you know, the small horse cart we used back then.” Sophia smiled. “Yes, the one with the horse and a tiny compartment? I’ve heard you talk about it so many times!” When they reached the village, Fredrick and Uncle Muthiah welcomed them with overflowing affection. Muthiah was proud to see his student in such a successful position and, more importantly, taking good care of his ageing father. Despite James’ repeated requests, Fredrick had always refused to move to the United States. He wished to stay in his village—near his memories, his roots, and his dearest friend—till his last breath. Sophia soaked in the warmth of the village, the simplicity of the people, and the deep bonds that had been nurtured over decades. Their respect and affection touched her heart. After spending a few peaceful weeks, James and Sophia finally departed, carrying with them golden memories of Periyakulam, Vadugapatti—and the unforgettable charm of the judga that had once carried a young James through these very lanes. K.Ragavan 2-12-25