Nana.
As you lie there, unawares, I look at you and think of all the times I've spent with you. I look at your face and can't help recollect your pretentious loving anger towards me. I miss your heavy and strong hands gripping my wrist Everytime I came to visit you, asking me why, scolding me jokingly "why don't you come often you bad bad girl?"
Nana I really miss the days you would plant beautiful flowers in the garden on your house and tell me not to play around them, not to spoil the newly planted grass. I remember I would pluck your flowers and hide them from you. But you would take one look and know even if one flower were missing. "Gollaa khaye", you would say (i'll put bullets in you). And just forget about it. I know I was your favorite grandkid. I cannot forget your particular fondness for me. I remember how you would keep toffees and sweets just for me, hidden away. Being the fat kid that loves sweetstuff, you never failed to keep something tasty for me to eat in the house. I really miss how you would jokingly hold my neck, pretending to kill me "Aaj iska galaa katna hai". I used to be laugh it off as a kid and you would ask dad if you had me insured. Dad would say no and you would say "teri beti ka galaa kaatne wala hai". I would scream and laugh and you would say "aayegi ab aur milne" and make me promise that i'd come see you more often.
Nana I saw you as an amazing man, so very good and brave at heart. Full of principles, never once partial, afraid. I looked up to you and became a lawyer just like you. I wish I grow up to be known for my honesty and good deeds, professional integrity just like you.
I really really love you Nana. I really wish you wake up once and hold my hand like old days just once and threaten to kill me. I really miss you. Please don't go...
Love, your mota bacha.
As you lie there, unawares, I look at you and think of all the times I've spent with you. I look at your face and can't help recollect your pretentious loving anger towards me. I miss your heavy and strong hands gripping my wrist Everytime I came to visit you, asking me why, scolding me jokingly "why don't you come often you bad bad girl?"
Nana I really miss the days you would plant beautiful flowers in the garden on your house and tell me not to play around them, not to spoil the newly planted grass. I remember I would pluck your flowers and hide them from you. But you would take one look and know even if one flower were missing. "Gollaa khaye", you would say (i'll put bullets in you). And just forget about it. I know I was your favorite grandkid. I cannot forget your particular fondness for me. I remember how you would keep toffees and sweets just for me, hidden away. Being the fat kid that loves sweetstuff, you never failed to keep something tasty for me to eat in the house. I really miss how you would jokingly hold my neck, pretending to kill me "Aaj iska galaa katna hai". I used to be laugh it off as a kid and you would ask dad if you had me insured. Dad would say no and you would say "teri beti ka galaa kaatne wala hai". I would scream and laugh and you would say "aayegi ab aur milne" and make me promise that i'd come see you more often.
Nana I saw you as an amazing man, so very good and brave at heart. Full of principles, never once partial, afraid. I looked up to you and became a lawyer just like you. I wish I grow up to be known for my honesty and good deeds, professional integrity just like you.
I really really love you Nana. I really wish you wake up once and hold my hand like old days just once and threaten to kill me. I really miss you. Please don't go...
Love, your mota bacha.
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