been many days and i have been thinking of everything that has been wid me all these years. memories, family, firends and my aspirations..incidents that keep me still, gazing at the roof or at the open sky of moon or sun , as i recall them. every story , every moment spent in making that hour of life into a story of lifetime. i recall my grandfather.. who held my hands while i covered distances.. a grandfather who danced with me when i was happy, a grandfather who always carried me in his lap when i dint wanted to walk.. a grand father who always wiped my pain from heart as he wiped my tears.
i have the presence of such a person in my life, who always thought of one thing.. keeping everyone happy.. i have heard from many people around.. that he smiles when i m happy.. but i want to say that i carry on wid my life when he is happy.. he has been a teacher to me, a friend.. a brother.. a father and a god. i see him in my prayers..
i remember... i was in class 1.. and i stood 1st in my class.. 1st time.. i got the report card in the 1st period that day and i kept in my hands for whole day... even in bus.. and as i reached to my bus stop.. i stepped down.. and across the road i cud see my grand father waiting for me.. happily i ran towards him.. dint even noticed an ambassador car coming towards me.. well it hit me hard.. i fell on my knees... bruised badly.. but stood up again and ran towards him.. shouting... " dadaji first.. dadaji first..".. dint even felt that i was bleeding... i never cared .. neither my grandfather did.. he carried me in his arms.. and i hugged him tight.. after all he was my teacher... report card still in my hand.. my bag and water ball was in his hands, we walked towards home describing how i was praised in whole class for being such a good student.. that was my happiest day ever..
few years passed.. i got a chance to be on stage for the first time in my life.. class 3.. a group of 25.. 24 girls and me.. i was hell nervous.. and when it was the performance time.. i needed some one to support me.. to tell me through his eyes that "yes.. u r doing good.. better than every one behind u.." i went on the stage.. i was at the front holding the tricolour.. my eyes closed wid nervousness.. with a hope in my heart of everything going good.. and then when i opened my eyes.. i saw my grand father sitting in the first row of audience.. clapping, smiling and cheering me.. it brought a smile on my face too..
my heart speaks a lot when i think of him.. i share with him everything.. from my crush to my love.. i celebrate joys with him.. share tears wid him.. people.. even i have GF.. my Grand Father.. ;)
