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A Person I Always Wished to Know

They say, I was a month old when he passed away. But somehow, he still exists in my life, in the stories of my mother..the stories which are always relating to the communication we have.. As a child, i used to be scared of him. He came out as a very strict and aggressive person to me.. I used to look at his portrait and have a sensation of a man with audacity in his veins.. They say, when i was born he told them that I ll be a girl who will never let my parents down..  And am happy i have kept his words till now.. After listening to the various anecdotes of my mother's unmarried life and noticing him in the photographs of my parents' wedding album, his representation has changed.. I have started liking him. He appears as a very intelligent, dignified and honorable man in the society.. His accidental death depicted what a selfless man he was..a man who sacrificed his life for the lives of many..
I have a curiosity..often on the long walks in the garden his thought crops up and I doubt how much i would have got along him.. i mean would it have been the same way i had with my grandfather? or more? I bet i would have been smarter because of his share of knowledge or maybe he would have been so amiable that I shared all my secrets..He could have been my best friend too.. O' wait, what if...we have some similarities? or what if I am completely like him? lol..kidding...there is no way the latter is gonna be true...because the basic part of my personality is I am kinda selfish ...errr...but what if...I had known my maternal grand dad?

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Revisiting.

When I was young, Oh, when I was young... Everything was so much fun. Had no dreams, had no pun, but oh, it was so much fun. The hugs from mama, learning skates, learning to ride a bicycle and the dance with papa. The fights with di and the games too.. Telling on her to mom and dad, and the midnight stories too.. No cellphone, no wifi, Even the cable was out, Had a playground, had a school, and there was plenty happiness, no doubt There were friends, who brought plenty smiles Them, I still dream of, After the closing of blinds... And now, Oh its still good,, With the new world around.. but the old days, I will always miss their sound.

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