It's been a long time since I've been in touch with myself. There are more pangs of stress,nostalgia and basically neurotic behavior. It's funny how things buried deep in dust when found can bring upon so much emotion. Like for say pictures, a few drawings from childhood or even clutter. Life has come as this versatile package with subtle layers and before you know it times have changed and you find yourself morphed into this person you never were, suddenly those people have gone but thanks to life and it's ability to revive itself, times are good.
A few days ago, I brought down this packet of papers from the top of my grandfathers cupboard. It was on the top in a lonely corner. When I emptied I found all sorts of work created by me when I was a baby. Drawings, painting, scribbles, poetry, stories, letters and some many things. These bought a sea of memories on my mind. My grandfather kept it as if he knew that some day I would empty this and well, get a whiff of childhood. But, I wish it had been bought down a little earlier.
I shared a very strong bond of friendship with my grandfather. I remember how I used teach everything I learnt in school and he used to play student. He was a very educated man. But unfortunately over the years this bond of friendship between us started fading.But yet there was still a bond of love.
He was very strong and one of the prime examples for me to keep working. In fact most people in my family are very strong. Now, even though my granddad isn't there I still feel he is. He lived a very long and satisfactory life and if heaven exists then that's the place for my grandfathers. So, cheers to baba and cheers to the kith and kin.
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