It was today 16 years back that I lost my grandpa. I have loads of memories of him with me some of which i had described in my post earlier – A letter from Grandson. Well even after so many years, i still almost cried in front of one of my friends today.
On this day I would also like to share a small composition I had written for one of the most intriguing memories of him. Here it is –
It was one of those dry rainy days
A small child came running down the street to his basement house
He was followed by a group of people
That was a very dark atmosphere then
As if something terrible had just occurred
And all those in the mob gave the same vibes
The negative vibes of everything getting over.
Among them this boy came running
He threw the gate open and entered the building
It seemed as if he was some alien in this crowd
There was a spark on his face
When he reached his house full of life
He could see his mother standing right behind the door
The house was over lit but the home was darker than before.
Everytime his mother would welcome him with a warm smile
But not today
She was in a complete state of shock
All she could do is look at her child
Her eyes were sore
Anyone could easily guess she was sobbing the whole day.
The child looked at his mother through the door
And just said to her aloud –
Mother, why do you cry?
The angels took grandpa away, he is happy over there
Won’t he ever come back?
Ok then I’ll go to school on my own.
And he returned a broad smile to his mother.
Well no need to tell that the boy was me and that was my grandpa.. or my Bijipapa as by now you would know. Sorry for posting another emotional writing but i guess he deserves this space even on my blog. A nice co-incidence is grandpa’s is the only topic I have posted twice on my blog that too in my early days something similar to what I had in my life. 🙂 anyways I’ll try and avoid more emotionally draining posts.