“Somebody is going to give me money!”. Those words were uttered by my mom when a grasshopper came to rest on her shoulders after incessant hopping. Three of us – my mom, my sister and me - were sitting in the verandah of my maternal grandmother’s house in Thottappally(located 20 kms south of Alappuzha). It was a quiet evening when schools were closed. In fact, we visited my maternal grandmother mostly when the schools were closed. The sun was on it’s downward descent. The evening sea breeze provided the much needed escape from the sweltering afternoon heat.
After a couple of minutes, the grasshopper rested on me from my mother’s shoulders. I looked expectantly at my mother. After all, she was the one who controlled the purse strings. She nodded and said, “You are also going to get money”. She conveniently omitted the details of the giver. After a few minutes, we saw my sister dashing after the grasshopper. Her mom and her brother were granted cash flow by the grasshopper and she did not want to be left behind.
I never found out if my mom got any money after the incident. As for me, I should have gotten a bomb because my maternal uncles always ensured it. Even today, I consider grasshoppers lucky!
Do I see a grasshopper often? I do. They have a knack of turning up when I’m stressed out.
Do they bring in money? I do not know! But they do bring peace.