In the past times, I used to wait for sundays a lot, not just for holiday but for the day which was always filled with fun, frolic and cars. Why cars? At the tiny tots’ age, I was crazy about cars, cars of all shapes and sizes, with joyous colors and different kind of motoring sounds. Those Sundays were different from the now ones. It wasn’t mere a holiday to sit back and relax or partying around. It was a day heaped with just pure joy, awe-inspiring food and with lots of cars at the end. And the credit for making those days special goes to one man, my grandfather. Late Someshwar Anand.
Short height with broadened visions, generous smile with friendly voice, he was the epitome of benevolence, generosity, affection and adoration for me. Whenever I met him there was an uneven spark flew in me, a spark of playfulness, a spark of care and love. I received loads of love as I was the first grandson of him. Not just with me, he totally got involved in playing with my cousins too. He just enjoyed every aspect of playing with kids like a kid.
On every Sundays, we used to traverse around the Ahmedabad city whole day, finishing up his social work then going up to new places, having great food and a new car at the end of the day, almost like a “showstopper” at the end of a fashion show. I really loved that as I got to enjoy the beautiful time with him. I still remember the walks we had holding my little fingers with his protective hands.
He was my first friend who taught me to live life generously, with compassion and tenderness. When I was of 5, he passed away by a major heart attack; I was too small to think what I lost. I still remember that night we all celebrated my dad’s birthday, had long talks and the next morning he died. It was heartbreaking and sad. As I grew elder I got to realized that I lost the most important person in my life, the friendliest friend I ever had.
Now whenever I see someone playing with his grandchild, all the memories I had with him comes straight back to my heart making me sentimental and nostalgic. The relation we had had a different kind of meaning, something that still connects with him. I wish you were here, I wish you stayed some more time with me, I wish we both travel to more places with the same fun we used to have and the things I wanted to tell you that how much I felt about you. I wish I had some kind of time machine that would re-alive those lovely moments! I do get tears in my eyes when there is a vacant space of yours in our family. But I do feel you are here watching me and our family growing with happiness and prosperity, making us stronger and wiser. I truly miss you a lot!
Today is my grandfather’s 15th death anniversary and so this article is totally dedicated to him. Wherever he is, I just want to thank him for those wonderful moments he shared with me and want to tell him that we all miss you a lot!
Hey Neel the article is very touchy and very good. But sorry to say that I haven't seen my grandfather so I could not say anything regarding that at least you had that chance for five years. But the article is great.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much sir..yaa those 5 years were nice!! But still there is something missing in this article..I tried to make it more sentimental but doesn't seem so..
ReplyDeleteanyways, thank you for leaving a comment and sharing your views with me..:)
In order to do that you should have written a touchy incident with your grandfather. That part is missing in this article.
ReplyDeleteYaa u r right sir but i dont remember any particular incident that would fill that missing part!!
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