A familiarity lost, A life moved on, A lingering pain, which speaks nothing but of some memories held with some joy and some with pain. Here I stand, witnessed a life depart to a land unknown to the dimension that I am in, making me question and feel again the pain of not known. His life story danced in the frame of my mind, a baby born, growing into a handsome man then into a married man....becoming the father of the man who made me what I am.
The picture of my grandfather holding me against the wall, flashed in front of my eyes which brought some more moisture and I sensed the tears rolling down my chin. His love for every food I prepared, his acceptance for what ever I served, his appreciation for the pathetic of the teas I prepared, My grandfather you are dear to me.
The wounded animals and birds you brought into our lives, showing us how to love and to heal, the nests and eggs and bones and horns you collected to show us, the chocolates and fruits you gave us, the biscuits you specially saved for pinky with love.....my grandfather you are dear to me.
I wanted sometime alone with you, that is what I am doing now...just you and me and this pen to scribble my mind on this white sheet that lay in front of me....my grandfather you are dear to me.
They took the lens that once made you see, it breaks my heart to know that they will cut-through you, to know more about human anatomy but it also made me realize that the body was just the toy you played with, from within........My grandfather you are dear to me.
Nothing can erase you out of my memories, you will always remain a part of me.... I will cycle your life ahead.... I still remember that you were called the prince once but you will always remain a dispassionate king for me.....your hunterwali is indeed growing into a warrior women, your little akka is now the akka of many, you dispassion with everything around is one lesson that I still need to learn...my grandfather you are dear to me.
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