Grandpa

Grandpa,
It’s with deep self-indulgence I think of you today... I don’t want to give any fancy reasoning for not being able to recall you for such a longtime since you left for heaven…
I remember growing up listening to your 1950’s stories when you said that you were able to fill in a bullock cart with vegetables, edibles, fruits et all for a mere 100 rupees…I was fascinated...Later when I really grew up, you were still around but no more I was enthused at listening to you, as you were by that time an element of gag subject with the cousins… I was growing up you see...
It’s been really long since I thought of you, what with me being busy with my studies, settling down and stuff like that. I never could really realize that you weren’t like walls, books, furniture or any other “thing” with which I grew up... But you were in fact the very reason why I am here, seeing this oh so busy world, talking, meeting, living with people like me…
Pa, pardon me for not giving you enough time in my life, as I realize I was busy wasting my time…
Come back to me, my dreams at the least…
Luv,
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