Its been 6 months that he is gone, I never ever thought in my wildest dream that a girl like me, can miss some one so much, I mean death is a part of life, it happens, n happens to everyone. why is it that I am still feeling something missing in my life.
The day he stopped breathing was not this painful, we all knew it, after spending 2 months in the hospital, seeing how it was troubling him, how he long to eat only ice cream, his smiling face no matter the trauma he was going through, him recognizing only me & no one else from the family, him getting irritated at grandma yelling at him to take his medicines diligently, his eyes conveying the pain, though he tried to hide it.. I remember it all.
I find my self crying to sleep missing him, It happened yesterday when while cleaning the closet i found him spectacle box with few pens & his shaving brush, made me broke up... I miss him sitting near the window with his chair, solving the crosswords, his favorite pass time, he loved kulfi.. he has always been carefree, forgiving and always calm, I miss him telling me stories, I miss him getting me mango bites, He had a habit of saving papers, pamphlets, etc etc. He was different, he was crazy, he was unaffected, he was strong, he was not a quitter, he survived 2 paralysis attacks, he insisted on going alone to temple every morning.. he was egoistic, No matter how bad people were to him, he remained unchanged, forgiving & a fighter... no doubt why my father is so perfect.
Nobody pampered me as much as he have, he has always taken my side, it was when i lost my red sketch pen, when I shattered the wall clock while playing with the basket ball, while messing up with the coffee, when i lost my brand new watch... he has always been there, he also saved the his share of kheer for me.. he showed my certificates & marsheets proudly, showed me off as his treasure during wedding n social gatherings, fought with dad when he was mad at me.. I don't know, I am not going to get it all again, speacially after has has left us all.
I regret not getting enough time spending with him specially during his ill & weak time, i miss him, so does all, may be that's the reason we don't talk about him much, Gingu misses him too, sometimes things don't turn out the way you want them too, the way you expect, the way you imagine, & you realize the true value of a person when he is gone, this time forever, i think he was the best grandpa one could ever have.. I really miss you.. where ever you are, I know you are somewhere around
The day he stopped breathing was not this painful, we all knew it, after spending 2 months in the hospital, seeing how it was troubling him, how he long to eat only ice cream, his smiling face no matter the trauma he was going through, him recognizing only me & no one else from the family, him getting irritated at grandma yelling at him to take his medicines diligently, his eyes conveying the pain, though he tried to hide it.. I remember it all.
I find my self crying to sleep missing him, It happened yesterday when while cleaning the closet i found him spectacle box with few pens & his shaving brush, made me broke up... I miss him sitting near the window with his chair, solving the crosswords, his favorite pass time, he loved kulfi.. he has always been carefree, forgiving and always calm, I miss him telling me stories, I miss him getting me mango bites, He had a habit of saving papers, pamphlets, etc etc. He was different, he was crazy, he was unaffected, he was strong, he was not a quitter, he survived 2 paralysis attacks, he insisted on going alone to temple every morning.. he was egoistic, No matter how bad people were to him, he remained unchanged, forgiving & a fighter... no doubt why my father is so perfect.
Nobody pampered me as much as he have, he has always taken my side, it was when i lost my red sketch pen, when I shattered the wall clock while playing with the basket ball, while messing up with the coffee, when i lost my brand new watch... he has always been there, he also saved the his share of kheer for me.. he showed my certificates & marsheets proudly, showed me off as his treasure during wedding n social gatherings, fought with dad when he was mad at me.. I don't know, I am not going to get it all again, speacially after has has left us all.
I regret not getting enough time spending with him specially during his ill & weak time, i miss him, so does all, may be that's the reason we don't talk about him much, Gingu misses him too, sometimes things don't turn out the way you want them too, the way you expect, the way you imagine, & you realize the true value of a person when he is gone, this time forever, i think he was the best grandpa one could ever have.. I really miss you.. where ever you are, I know you are somewhere around
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