The_Departed;Dedication to my grandma
The drizzling rain from those dark hearted clouds were enough to bring me back to the memories of my lost grandma. The visual of that graceful smile on my grandma's cheek made by those thunders caused my heart to ache a bit. My sight became dull by the drizzling raindrops. "i have lost my grandma a month ago...."
I used to share a bond of friendship with my grandma from an age of 5yrs. She was the one who was to me more than a grandma, it would be odd to say so, but can be said my lover. I kept her on a place a bit higher even from my parents. Her lap was the most safest place to hide. The love, the warmth with which she used to caress me was the most lovable gift I used to get every morning before I woke up. I knew her not as an ordinary old lady but as a person with claddings of goddess. The white cladded saree, the rosary in her neck, and her voice was unimaginable for a person dwelling on earth. The way she dressed, her attire, her scent, all seemed unwonted to me in my little childish thought, she was my queen, a person whom I adored alot. The fairy tales, the songs, the namesof goddess all these are some with which I used to spend my childhood days.
But every joy cannot last a lifetime. I atlast grew up, and so did she. Both of our growing up proved to be a needle piercing or friendship. The piercing was not at all a small cut, it left a huge cut in our bond of friendship. Our friendship was snapped. With gradual sliding of time, I started hating her. The warm hug of her now was like embracing a thorned cactus. I started hating that. The voice of her which I used to adore, now proved to be inaudible to me. "... You are not my grandma", atlast I exclamed. But she remained silent, hope she could understand that I was growing up. She was hurt but didn't reveal that to anyone.
But fate was not always a predictable one. It atlast played its trick. I was forced to break my words. The teardrops atlast rolled down my cheek, "I will miss you granny", I weeped but what was the use. I felt as a culprit after knowing that her last wish was to talk to me for the last time. The hanging white cheeks, the very hair, that voice which I never felt like nursing has now being criticizing me for not having missed. Today, as the rain drizzled from the heaven, I am missing those words, those soft touches of her hands before that peaceful pallor spreaded over her face. " Never love anyone from heart until he accomplices in satisfying your joy" was the last voice that I heard before I started hating her and stopped talking to her. Now in this 2012 as the raindrops drizzles over my face, I will remember her, I will miss her. In these 13years of my youth, I never thought of missing her. But that day, I was feeling like I lost my love, I missed her the most, my eyes got filled with tears as the words came like waves to my ears, "Cover her face", she said gently.
