these days i am all surrounded by thoughts of my past. i am again reconnecting with people who hold a valuable part in my life.
most of all, with my family members.. I wasnt the best son.. i wasnt the best grandson and i wasnt the best brother. Though everyone told me that i am very close to hearts of them.. but when i was at home.. under their guidance.. i always thought of myself.
but as i moved out of home.. i realized what i lost in those most precious years..!! Those years when love was showered all over me,I kept standing under a roof.. and now i want to get drenched in same love again.. but my work.. my life isnt giving me that opportunity again..
My grand mother.. i call her DADIMA.. she is very old now.. and she is not literate enuff to read what i have written here.. my be my dad or my bro will narrate this to her... say her that i love her very much.. more than every one feel i do.
going 2 decades back.. i remember, she giving me a head massage every sunday afternoon.. when i used to wash my hair.. she used to move her cold fingers in my hair.. and so relaxed i used to feel. in the sunny afternoon of winters.. she used to sit with me and tell me many stories.. regarding her life.. regarding our culture.. regarding the life. She is the one who taught me to believe in GOD. She had a heart so soft that she never let dad raise hands on me... always standing like a wall between all the difficulties and me.
i loved to hear her when she used to say anything about her marriage experiences.. but used to hate her when she told me that i will also be married one day.. ( i hated girls at that phase of my life ).
many years have passed now.. now i see her once in 6 months... and it feels like heaven when i hug her.. I feel the love.. i see the love that comes out of her eyes when she looks at me. i still love the "prashad" she prepares for me.. i still love the "aaloo paratha" she makes only for me..
i dont blv in God now.. but people around me say i should thank to him for giving me such a wonderful life.. i thank Him for giving me such wonderful persons in my life.
2 comments:
My strongest memories of D-209 was D-208 !! From the boundary wall that I used to climb over and ask, "Dadiji, Shanky?" "Dadaji, Khelne aaao?" to the Lohri Days when just like their own grand daughter, they used to hand out to me till, badam, till sweeties to shower onto the bonfire......it is all magical !! They made childhood a wonderland, always there, always there :-) and now always brings me back a smile on my face.
I have really missed you my dear dear brother....so much, that I have often cried on Rakhi days, thinking, "Gone are the days, why did we ever leave Rourkela?" I have cried thinking, why was I not sensible enough to atleast do something to keep in contact !! Then, later I grew up to think, bacche the hum, kitna jhagadte the, abhi bada ho gaya hai, pata nahi yaad bhi hoon ki nahi....!! LOL, I was jumping happy when Vinoo found me on facebook...and then I found you !! Yes, it proves something, we built some really strong bonds as kids....thank you...for connecting back ;-)
And don't evvvveeeer say that you have not been the best "brother", "son", "grandson" !! You are a gem of a person, today, I see a clear reflection of the values of your parents and grandparents in you. Love you little brother!! You are the best !!
didi.. i am not so good in hearing praises... yet i admire and accept every word of urs.. childhood without koel nagar D 208 , D 209 kids, would have been like tree without any birds..
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