Small Story 585.

 Small Story 585

The Voice That Never Faded

Bhujangarao and his wife Annapoorani visited a well-known eye hospital in Bengaluru for his annual check-up. Ever since he had moved back from the United States—after retiring as an anchor with CNN—this visit had become a yearly ritual. It wasn’t just for the medical care, but also for the warmth, hospitality, and excellent service they received. Years earlier, he had even undergone cataract surgery at the same hospital.

Bhujangarao handed over his file at the reception. The receptionist looked up, smiled warmly, and said,

“Hello, Anchor sir! How are you? Happy to see you after a year!”

Bhujangarao smiled gently. “Thank you for remembering this retired anchor,” he replied.

As they spoke, a lady standing nearby stepped closer.

“Excuse me, sir,” she said. “I was wondering if you are the same great anchor from CNN. I used to watch your programs regularly. I’m so happy you’ve settled in our city, Bengaluru.”

Annapoorani was astonished. It had been 14 years since his retirement, and now at 75, her husband was still being recognized.

The lady continued, turning to Annapoorani,

“Madam, I recognized him by his voice. A voice like his never fades. He is one of the finest anchors—admired by many journalists.”

Annapoorani felt a quiet pride and joy at the heartfelt compliment.

After the check-up, as they drove back home, Bhujangarao whispered,

“I never expected that. I even forgot to ask her name.”

Annapoorani smiled knowingly.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “When she handed over her file at the reception, I noticed her name—Vasanthy.”

Bhujangarao chuckled softly.

“Ah, a smart anchor’s wife,” he said.

K.Ragavan

19-4-26