It has been 10 days now, since my grandfather left our family. But it is very hard to believe that he is no more and that his presence can never be felt physically again. He was always there, right from the day I could recognize people. On seeing this tamil short film, “ The Dream Symphony” , I am reminded of the days we spent with each other, the moments when generations old wisdom and experience was passed on to me shaping my inner soul. The love granddaughters and grandfathers share is something really unique and very very special. My story is something beyond this.
My grandfather always wanted me to become the best. With his wrinkled and kind face, he used to dream for my future. Maybe he knew that he would not be there to see me become what I would really be in few years from now. When he saw a flight and he would say, “Preethi, I want you to become a pilot”. He would convince me how interesting, challenging and rewarding it was. There were many jobs in this list. He wanted me to become a model, a professor, a photographer, a news reader, a politician, a singer, a dancer, an editor, and at the least an engineer or a doctor. For each he had a story. As a child I used to hear those stories with my jaws open. His enthusiasm would drag me to boundaries of dreams and imaginations, making me cherish my moments in a world of fantast. As I grew up, my dear thaatha’s enthusiasm to inspire me was still intact and I would keep listening to him just for the sake of his love and care.
He was very passionate about reading books and newspapers. Every day morning right after his shower he used to narrate the day’s head-lines with the happiness of a child to everyone. By that time I would have glanced the newspaper, but I used to sit and hear him with keen interest just to keep him happy. He used to sit and read the newspapers and books all along the day. How much I compel him to take rest, I always end up in failure. He keeps on reading as if he has examination, the next day. I feel like kissing on his forehead at this moment L
I simply love the time, we go for walking. He used to walk very long distances. He wanted me to be aware of all things in the world. He used to keep telling me international politics, and as soon as we see a supermarket, he starts in the price variation and ends up in the stock market. I still remember my kindergarten days, when he used to take me to the school. Every-day to prevent me from crying he used to gift me a lollypop and only then drop me in school.
It is a real tragedy that, I was not even able to see him, in his last days. We never knew, he would leave us on the same day, 1 year after his 80’ th marriage anniversary.
But my beloved thatha, I believe death is not the end, and you are always with me. I am always your dearest granddaughter, u always wanted to see. You will be my guiding light forever.
Love u thathaJ
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