Grandparents
- Now the two of them are not with me, but their memories, lessons and blessings. Though they had different personalities but their love for us was always the same.
- We used to call “Baba” to him, our paternal grandfather. Baba was often strict (not to me), his rough hands indicating hard work, but for me it was terrible. I never wanted to have his rock hand slap, like the way my elder brothers tasted. Even the risk was very low as I was obedient to him. I noticed his praising of my education to other elders of the village, the same habit which my mother possess. Sometimes I have to answer his maths questions to prove this.
- For me, as a child, fun was more important than Baba’s deep lessons, so I used to visit his shop. It was a small clothing shop with wooden doors landmarked with a temple and an old banyan tree. Behind the shop, our time passing lady finger’s field. Every day I used to get excited, to visit his cloth shop all way through the crops, the crops of sugar canes, cauliflowers, lady fingers, etc. also butterflies, dragon flies and snakes! Yepp… once a snake came right front of me when I was on the way to shop. How did I react? Huh… I didn’t. We started playing the statue game. Soon the snake felt bore and cleared my way. I wasn’t much surprised as it wasn’t the first time I saw a snake. Oh… let’s get back to his shop. I wanted to learn cycling. As a beginner I rolled and veered a cycle tyre with a stick. To take a break, Baba used to call me and give Prashad received from the temple. Obviously he knew Prashad isn’t enough for a child’s hunger, so he takes me to nearby market area. There he used to talk to other elders while I eat. Sometimes, I helped him in field expecting to learn from a Farmer like him.
- There is nothing much left, except a Reminiscence, where he talked me for the last time and told a story relating to my current family problems. And I regret, I wasn’t attentive.