I lost my dadaji at the age of 14 in an accident, and now I am left with maa, who cares like no one can, who tries to fill in the space we lost long back. I can make out, the pain she undergoes through, when past memories stuck up in her head. I was young and didn't know what I had lost then, but gradually, as I'm getting older , I miss him, I don't remember the days I spent with him, but what all I remember is, I called him- 'telephone waale dadaji', 'coz he was on phone most of the times, the permanent place he used to sit to have lunch as well as dinner, and also the talk show he used to see everyday at 9pm, and I loved to sit with him, to see his grey hair, to see him write, to see him putting on dhoti, He had an aura, that till date , I couldn't find in anybody else. 7th July, is the date he met with an accident, and since then, I curse this date. I let no one in my family travel out station, As I didn't attend his last rituals, I don't know how badly he was hurt. But deep inside, I wanted to see him, I feel that now. I was a kiddo then!
My granny, i.e. maa- is very sweet, humble, kind, and loving. Her place cannot be replaced by anyone else ever. She is the backbone of my family, and believe me, It is important to have a loving hand of elder people over us. And we need their blessings everyday. And from them ,we learn about the antiquity of our family, and their experience about their lives, the kind of life they lead, the kind of food they had.. Everything is changed now, and I know all that 'coz of maa. She is the most caring soul on the earth, in my life!
Miss you dadaji, and love you maa.. :)
P.S.- Do respect and love your grandparents, they truly deserve the love, C'mon, they are your parents' parents. Treat them with high respect, Love them, Respect them. Please do.