miss you

2017 Chapter I Section 16

Dear Thamma (grandmother)

Today I was missing my grandmother a lot. I was feeling rather lost. When I was younger, I would go to her whenever I felt lost. 

She was the first teacher, friend, guide I had. She was my living God. She is still my God. I was feeling very helpless today, and I wanted to have one of our long conversations after which I somehow always knew what to do. I had written the following poem a few years back as a tribute to my grandmother; I felt like those words still capture how I feel today. So, I am re-sharing it today. 

I miss you 'Thamma'. I hope you are happy. Sometimes I feel you are too far away but then the next moment I feel like you are right here, beside me. Help me stay strong, stay kind and stay safe! 

Bhalo theko! 

 

Good Bye

The last I saw you,

You looked so peaceful.

I did not know how to wake you up.

 But now I wish I had.

At least I could have bid you goodbye.


It has been long, almost too long.

Since you stroked my hair, smiled and told me stories, of demons and fairies.


I do not know, how to tell you...

...that I Miss You! 

I miss you every waking moment.

I miss you even when I do not miss you; I miss you even when I do not wish to.


How is it that you always knew what to say, to make me feel special? 

How is it that you always knew what to do, to make me feel wanted?


I know you had to leave, we all have to leave one day.

But so soon? 

Was it not part of our pact, that you would stay till I am here?

I have so much to say, so much to write.

But eternity seems such a short span of time.

For me to tell you, 

How much I love you...How much I will always miss you!

 

TODAY'S CHECKLIST:

  • Exercise: 2700 steps
  • Food:
    • Breakfast: None.
    • Lunch: Leftover Biriyani and Chicken. 
    • Snack: Pizza! 
    • Dinner: Pasta
  • Study: None
  • Read: None.
  • Feeling: Horrible day. A friend of mine ran away from home and others, and I spent a chunk of the night and day finding her and then counseling her!!!

In loving memory...

I open my eyes and 
see your happy bright face. Smiling. 
I love lying on your lap. 
I love caressing your soft pudgy hands.
I love you stroking through my hair.
I love you the most.

I close my eyes remembering all those
tiny fleeting moments which 
I have captured in my memory. 

I open my eyes and 
I see you smiling across the room 
as the teacher drones on.
We share our secret jokes in the air. 
I love it.

I love you laughing at my 
silly attempts of humour.  
I love the wrinkle on your forehead
when you think.
I love you the most.

I open my eyes and love that 
you can be so overjoyed
over my silly little trinkets of gifts. 
I love that you blush because 
you say I make you feel so special. 
I love that every night you call
to wish me good night. 
I love you the most. 

I open my eyes but where are you? 
I scream and shout but where are you?
Can you hear me? 
Why is my voice so muffled? 
Where did you fade away? 
Why did you fade away?
Do you not know I love you the most? 

I sometimes still open my eyes 
and you are still there. 
I can still feel the strokes in my hair, 
the gentle caress of your hand. 
I still love you the most.