Love You Daadi….

Who is the next person in your life ,after your mother, who can do anything for a smile on your face?

My grandmother for me was a mentor, a teacher, a friend , a woman of real substance who always showed me the divine light to move in the right direction.

My grandmother-my best buddy

From saving me from my parents when I made a mistake to watching pokemon and dexter every evening  with me, she did everything with me ,she shared  every secret of mine, she was my bestest buddy who always was on my side to be with me and to support me with every single step that was essential for me!

My grandmother-my mentor

The person of my life who made me understood everything, she was not a literate but she was the most educated of all the persons I have come across in my life. She was the one who not just made me to narrate  the ‘Ramayana’ and ‘Mahabharata’ but also made me understood the truth of life behind those epic ,which otherwise I was totally unable to grab .

My grandmother-my best cook

The best alloo ka parantha, kheer,gajar ha halwa and many more were the things that always awaited me when I used to come back from my school. The thing that made the real difference was the generosity and the love that she served everything with. Even bournvita milk was so much delicious whenever she made it  for me.

My grandmother-a storyteller

She shared her most prestigious treasure with me, that is the experience she had  in her life. She told me everything, from her time with poverty to her sufferings, that she faced to made my father what he is today. She was really a woman of substance that not just made life beautiful for her children but also made them understand the value of life.

My grandmother-my goddess

She was my goddess. A goddess is one who always  give you and never demand anything in return . She was genuinely god for me, even at a greater position than god in my eyes because she always gave everything to me without demanding anything in return !

THE LAST DAY OF MY GODDESS…

It was four o clock in the morning when my MTNL landline rang. It was me who got up and received the phone call. It was my cousin brother , he asked me to give the phone to my father. He was also awake and took the receiver from me. His face turned a bit weak on hearing what he heard. He told me to take the car keys out and come down so as to go to my brother’s place as my dadi is unwell. I felt the same weakness that my father felt two minutes before.

‘Beta mein theek hun…….tum log itni raat ko pareshaan kyun ho rahe ho……..kuchh nahin hua  hai mujhe………’ she was looking very pale and yellow. My father asked her to come to our house, so that we can give all sorts of medicine that were required . For five minutes my father persuaded her and atlast  she had to agree upon this. My cousin brother’s  house is within one kilometer of radius from our house and our family doctor lived nearby.

She urged to stay on the ground floor of the house as she was feeling very weak .My father asked me to get back and sleep.

I woke up at seven in the morning , my mother told me that the doctor had visited several times and the situation is under control . I got down to see her and felt pain in my heart to see her like this. She was looking weak but she was talking to everyone.

At one o clock in the hot and sunny afternoon of 20^th June 2009 (the same day) I was reading my English textbook’s first chapter called ‘The portrait of a lady’ by Kushwant Singh, with each line I was thinking of my grandmother……

But I think it was written…….. my sister called me downstairs…..she was crying……I     first hesitated to go down……I was not ready to face such pain in my life…….

Finally I gathered strength to go down and face the worst moment of my life till date…………..

‘Press her chest……press her chest………so that she can breathe……’ everyone was shouting……my father was having the same weakness on his face…….

They called me and they put her head on my lap…….the same position we used to had while telling me another story…….the only difference was that the positions were interchanged……

I was observing her closely……..with each passing second she was breathing heavily…….her face was approaching the ultimate expression of peace…….she was departing to heaven……..my goddess was going to her god…………

This was the time when I felt great helplessness……….she was leaving us and nobody of us was able to stop her from leaving her children……..

Suddenly there was no stimulus from her side………..everyone realized that after one full minute……..there was silence all across………..deep silence……….as our life was gone……….she was gone………………………………

Silence of death was broken by cry of life……….nobody was able to control the pain felt inside everybody’s heart…………..

With this the beautiful phase of my life got over……..

I still cherish the time I spent with my goddess……..

Those who still live and spend time with their goddess are the luckiest persons on this planet ………….

Never make your god unhappy…….respect her …….because once gone she will never return to your life to show you the divine light…………

This post is a very small tribute to my grandmother……who was my life and soul……

Wherever you are……I just want to say that my love and respect for you will never be broken…..

Love you dadi !

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