The Refrigerator’s Tale

We all have that one special thing at home which our parents are fiercely protective of. These are usually very old, almost antique and that is probably their USP.

I was seven when my grandfather gifted a refrigerator to my parents. The old Godrej beauty with a capacity of two-hundred something litre, shining in pristine white. Those were the times when having a refrigerator at home was a big deal, specially in a cold, hill town. So, it was deemed to be treated with much love and affection. They were also the times when you treated your neighbours to every single piece of information about yourself. Or, at least, we did!

My sister was the first one to “leak” the information to a friend. I wonder what kind of credibility my sibling enjoyed among her friends because we had the very first visitor that evening, who came to check on the refrigerator. No, it wasn’t a congratulatory visit. She was just there to find out if the facts passed on to her were facts enough!

The refrigerator soon earned its position of pride in the family. It proved to be a loyal companion for good ten years, after which, as usually happens with all electronic items, we suggested a replacement. And that is where the story took another turn.

My father refused to part ways with the prized possession. All defence in favour of a new one failed.

‘What do you mean it’s old? If your father will turn old tomorrow, will you go and leave him somewhere!’

This…yes, this put an end to all discussion.

The refrigerator stood tall and joyful. It enjoyed special care and attention. It was manually defrosted each time there was an ice build-up. Those twenty-four hours were exclusively spent in looking after it. And so, I turned from seven to seventeen to twenty-seven, but the refrigerator stayed where it was.

Once again, it was time to broach the subject. And once again I met with the standard response. However, we struck a deal this time. It was decided that a new refrigerator will be bought BUT there will be no replacement.

We now had two refrigerators in the house. But, as they say, the first-born is always special. I grieved the step-fatherly treatment meted out to the new addition but couldn’t do much.

From twenty-seven to thirty-seven. It was now time to change the “new-old” member of the family. My father had no qualms about it. But dare you propose giving away the thirty-year-old beauty, and he was ready with his favourite piece of argument.

Therefore, I too decided to make my peace with it. After all, for the love and care that my father had showered on it, the refrigerator had proved its loyalty and had never given him reason to complain. And ever since there was no talk of  abandoning it.

They now live happily- my parents and the refrigerator, their faithful companion. My son has already laid claim over it and on the oven, which is even older. He says he might just consider owning an antiques’ shop sometime in life!

As for my father, well, his stance is still very clear.

But then, as I later learnt in life, we do not fall in love with “refrigerators”. We fall in love with the emotions attached to them and with the memories they hold. That is what is hard to part with.


This post is a part of Blogchatter’s AtoZ Challenge 2019. The other posts in the series may be read here.



21 thoughts on “The Refrigerator’s Tale”

  1. Oh la la! We had a “family Godrej” too! ROTFL! But it wasn’t so difficult to convince my Dad to dispose of it eventually, ‘coz it got badly damaged when we moved from Kanpur to Patna. But, even in that damaged state, we still managed to use it for another 5 years, AND (you won’t believe this)… took it from Patna to Noida, and then back to Patna! Hahaha!
    We have a new one now, so much more advanced technology-wise. But of course, it will never be as good as the first one. Well, because newer generations never are, right? :))
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  2. Richa Khattar Verma

    Thankfully, I could convince my folks to get rid of all the antique, non used things of home … And they were also happy with this habit of “letting go”.
    Alas! Just to find all the bookshelf, diaries and wardrobe gone when I visited my house for the first time after marriage…Some progressive , unattached emotions,😆. It actually worked as a very hurtful yet precious lesson for a newly wed me, and helped me get on with life… The antiques should go where they belong, not meant to occupy ur mental and physical spaces in homes… surprisingly, it also cleared the mental baggage..

  3. What a charming read. I remember our first one when we got and how as kids we thought we will get ice cream made in our home 😊 – and the disappointment when it couldn’t – you said it right it is the emotions we link to not the things

  4. The sentiments are so honest and came directly from ‘dil se’. Many a times, we are so emotionally attached to the things around us, that we find difficult to move on without it. You nailed it!

  5. Those who are emotional would keep even a piece of paper … I m one of them … but I m trying to get rid of this habit.
    Loved your post !!

  6. Your post really speaks a lot.
    And somehow I relate to this, the dialogue being used at my place so often, it makes me sad, and laugh- What do you mean it’s old? If your father will turn old tomorrow, will you go and leave him somewhere!’
    I juts don’t know what to do at these times.

  7. Such a beautiful post! Loved the love with which you have penned it down! I too have so many memories with “inanimate” objects; the thought of parting with them makes my eyes well up.

  8. Your are jogging the memories up ….dman how can i forget ours as well …..the surpise was when the mango shake frosted cubes as ice creams would come out …….those were the days …
    Well said

  9. I have a similar story to share though the refrigerator in my case was a Kelvinator one. It was a gift from my maternal grandparents to my mom when she got married and we were the only family in our neighborhood with a fridge. My Mom refused to let go of it even after it started giving troubles. It still exists as a piece of trash in my parents house

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