Disclaimer- This is not a Matrimonial Announcement. Nor am I giving any references to the famous 90s song by Peter Andre about a mysterious feminine personality.
It was one of those days where I had enough time on my hands and rummaging through my late grandfather’s showcase, I laid my hands on one of his prized possessions- a handwritten poem. It wasn’t written by him but addressed to one of his employers, the director of the Golwalla Lotus – a swimming pool where he used to teach. He would happily recall how this lady was head over heels for him and had written this poem in his praise. There was no name mentioned but the very sight of this would make him recall the incident and make him smile, even in his twilight years when he couldn’t remember much.
My grandfather Framroze Pavri, in his very language was a jolly good fellow who used to wear a “lego melo” (literally translating to untidy pyjamas, although the latter part wasn’t true since he wore the trendy striped pyjamas and rocked them). Having worked at a bank for most of his life, he was also a champion swimmer and coach as well as a practising Mobed(Zoroastrian priest) at the nearby fire temple at Marine lines in Mumbai where he stayed.
His knack of cracking up people with well-timed jokes was applauded by all. Even in the most sombre mood, he would have a way to lighten things up. The best example would be when his beloved wife and my grandmother Mani passed away and everyone was mourning- he piped up “Money is the root of all evil”.
The author Sheherazad Pavri, along with is granfather Framroze Pavri. 
The author Sheherazad Pavri, along with is granfather Framroze Pavri.
I do get some of my humour from my grandfather which is strongly attested by my aunts terming me as “Faram junior”. I would love to know who this mysterious lady was and meet her if she’s still around. Along with the poem are pictures of the two of us twinning . No prizes for guessing and completing the last missing part of the poem.
Very interesting.