That day I was leaving for my college in a hurry. But then, I felt like I forgot something, so I rushed back in, opened the almirah, took out some money and bid you goodbye. I for once thought to kiss your forehead while you were waving your hand with a very difficult effort. But then I ignored because I was getting late and went out.
You must remember how you used to wake me up and my sister at 4am when we both were in school. I hated it, Of course! I was in 3rd grade afterall.. Why so much misery in summer vacations? But now, all I remember are the calm mornings and the breeze. The swing sets in the garden. Even the broken ones. The kids along with me, especially the few I used to fight with over turns. The chirping of the birds which I guess is so rare now (well, am not quite sure because I still cannot wake up that early). I remember you, playing cards with your friends. I remember how I used to feel safe and secure only till I could have a sight of you from far away.
Oh! I do remember how strict you were with all your teachings of Maths and English. The translation book and the RD Sharma, were your favorites. Weren't they? I know how much you hated that you do not understand the Science! But I am glad that I made you proud by being good at all your subjects! I used to be so happy when you used to say "Shaabash beta".
I distinctly remember your laughter , so loud!. Its the first thing that comes to my mind when I think of you. And I remember your smiles. I miss the hugs I gave you whenever we used to meet after so long.
But today, its been way too long since I last met you and I wish I would have kissed your forehead. I mean what was it gonna take? I should have told you that I love you more than I think I do.
Bauji, this post is nothing but an ode to you. I wanted to keep your presence out there in this world, if in a very small way, keep you alive somehow. And incase you cannot read my mind when I am thinking of you, maybe you can read this and know!
I like it when you come in my dreams now and then. It feels like you giving me a blessing or telling me that you are still around. Dad says he sees you too. Keep coming because we miss you. And I am pretty sure you are still there playing cards with your other friends, keeping a sight on me too, knowing that I am still here, safe, in the playground.
You must remember how you used to wake me up and my sister at 4am when we both were in school. I hated it, Of course! I was in 3rd grade afterall.. Why so much misery in summer vacations? But now, all I remember are the calm mornings and the breeze. The swing sets in the garden. Even the broken ones. The kids along with me, especially the few I used to fight with over turns. The chirping of the birds which I guess is so rare now (well, am not quite sure because I still cannot wake up that early). I remember you, playing cards with your friends. I remember how I used to feel safe and secure only till I could have a sight of you from far away.
Oh! I do remember how strict you were with all your teachings of Maths and English. The translation book and the RD Sharma, were your favorites. Weren't they? I know how much you hated that you do not understand the Science! But I am glad that I made you proud by being good at all your subjects! I used to be so happy when you used to say "Shaabash beta".
I distinctly remember your laughter , so loud!. Its the first thing that comes to my mind when I think of you. And I remember your smiles. I miss the hugs I gave you whenever we used to meet after so long.
But today, its been way too long since I last met you and I wish I would have kissed your forehead. I mean what was it gonna take? I should have told you that I love you more than I think I do.
Bauji, this post is nothing but an ode to you. I wanted to keep your presence out there in this world, if in a very small way, keep you alive somehow. And incase you cannot read my mind when I am thinking of you, maybe you can read this and know!
I like it when you come in my dreams now and then. It feels like you giving me a blessing or telling me that you are still around. Dad says he sees you too. Keep coming because we miss you. And I am pretty sure you are still there playing cards with your other friends, keeping a sight on me too, knowing that I am still here, safe, in the playground.
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