This is going to be a little personal, it lies in that corner of my heart, which has a softer, kinder and warm touch in my life. But this kindred bond in my life with that faint, frosty beautiful bluish radiance of calmness and love like a moonlight holds my attention today, to let it out and share. Share what I always wanted to and be glad for what I have or am blessed with.
An antique little girl, with whom I share a doting bond and an affectionate link. She is my Grandmother, my Dad’s Mother. Now, she stays far away from me around a thousand kilometers away. It’s not that I talk to her every day but once in a full moon. But then when life becomes too demanding, even talking over the phone once a month surely seems suitable some of the time. But she is always there in my prayers. In my that self-made inner circle which consists of few of the precious ones in my life, she stays intact in there, always.
One of my very first early childhood memories, when she was not that old but a middle-aged lady in her early seventies maybe, she used to take me to the temple nearby my house and used to tell great mythological stories while walking around the entire temple campus. Maybe she is the reason behind my keen interest in mythology. I always felt myself to be beautiful, though aware I am an average looking person. Somewhere this confidence in me was instilled by the loved ones all throughout my growing up. Especially my Grandmother played a major role in this. She has always made me feel beautiful. She made me believe that I am worth more than what life can offer.
Sleeping on her lap under the summer night stars or inside the winter blankets and listening to those insane yet virtuous fables will be treasured in safe haven of my heart ever, forever. And there were times when she fell short of a new story, even repeating the same ones still felt meaningful as if some zest added afresh or newness I found which I might have missed unintentionally.
Now she is in her early nineties, and as she has reached the autumn of her life. These days whenever I talk to her; she still soaks me with her warm loving words and then weep like a child grumbling and protesting why she should not be alive as being so primitive! Her eyes, knees, breathings and whole other systems are giving up day by day and that each day of existence is effortful and filled with pain at this stage of life.
I hear but I pray and I still pray that you stay. That you don’t give up now. I know I am self-centered in this but I don’t want to lose you ever as your love and affection are irreplaceable for me. We should all have at least that one person in our life who knows how to bless us no matter what and that’s what you are to me.
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