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Have you ever seen a family picture which is happy in its own way.Where members are close,helding hands showing the aesthetic beauty and closeness.Where time is frozen as in the ed sheeran song and smile is residing in its place.
Where unfamiliar things gets shadowed under familiar thing that is time.
But what if the photograph is broken and glass of protection is shuttered.
Something familiar happened with us in the last two months .
September 13,2022 -Our Nani left us with her uncertain death.Where she was fulfilling her responsibility towards her dear husband till her last breath.Where she was wearing her sindoor,her bangles ,her husband,her children and slept into a dream where she is alone.
I feel death is a celebration of sadness, celebration of lies to us although we know that is the only truth. It comes with a preparation of mind ,but what about death that are not clear,we talk to the same person a day before and then the other morning we know that we can't talk to them ever.
How to express the sadness,the regret,the grief.
Some people,cry ,some console,some showcase condolences,some wants to die.
From all those categories,my nana belonged to the,last category, he cried but tears didn't wake up.As if they were incapable to show the outburst of grief,inside him.We were being strong to help him,we couldn't. We were in a place where time is flowing as it is, but it is slow.
The night was the epitome of grief,and love of my
Nana and Nani my grandparents whom I have loved as my grandparents.
Nana a jolly,happy, stubborn,loving,father of 6 daughters and 1 son,was a man,of great pride, commonly known as " Barababu",he was so resplendent that formality was being informal to him.
His ethics,his morals his attitude has made him the man he is.
We loved our Nanu whether some candies,or some local stuff he could get us within a bluff.He was a man who loved eating paan, although we always stopped him from eating it.
His watch showed time,his shoes showed smartness,his hair showed experience and his words showed him. Contrastingly,my Nani was a very simple, intelligent, meticulous,saree wearing women.Who loved her family,she has never seen rest as the door,love as the blanket and bed as the carefree place.
They were true lovers like ..fish and water, necessary for each other's living and they proved them to be.
November 14,2022 - Nanu left us and chose Nani over us. When Nani left us, we were left with an ailing man,whose favourite pair of shoe has lost its partner.
I sometimes think that how he must have felt.Her paper was not given with the same hands,his tea was not given with his paired cup.His chairs were not infront of her wife.His medicines was a formality.Did anyone could understand his pain,he was clutched ,when he was free.
He was alone when people cared him much more than anytime.His hands might have waited,for her neck touch as it was his support.His eyes might have lost when he knew that it is visible,his ears might have heard the silence as no one was there to make him hear even in violence.
Our nanighar was never about luxury it was about comfort.We got better food in our house,better clothes,hot water in winter,but the food was not made with happiness of being more in less,cold water was never really a choice it is was a compromise to stay in the nutshell of love..
I miss every single litchis that might have ever ripened as I could never ever touch them again.
Sometimes it's always the first chance to live,you may or may not get the second chance...so always live every moment as it is your last so that you can never regret the happening.
I don't know if I can ever heard the same Nick names from my dadu and Dida or I can ever call him dadu yes I 'll come or i dont know.. whether I will ever taste the food that Nani cooked.But they made us realise the life even when they were dead that's the beauty of them. So we can't keep the photograph At the ground floor as it might fall,if it will it will.So we know..that The glass if it's broken is broken u can change it with the glass of newness but the characters of the photograph is always the same..
So always believe that If you get the chance to click pictures ever click it no matter is it is a bad situation or a good one because the characters of the photograph Is same and this shows that some people are constant with us and some leave us the mid way,but it is you who is constant in the photograph of life ,and this my nanu and nana taught me even when they are never in the photograph with me now .And he taught me that sometimes the photograph is not for the good situation it for the bad that will remind that how u fought with it
Have you ever seen a family picture which is happy in its own way.Where members are close,helding hands showing the aesthetic beauty and closeness.Where time is frozen as in the ed sheeran song and smile is residing in its place.
Where unfamiliar things gets shadowed under familiar thing that is time.
But what if the photograph is broken and glass of protection is shuttered.
Something familiar happened with us in the last two months .
September 13,2022 -Our Nani left us with her uncertain death.Where she was fulfilling her responsibility towards her dear husband till her last breath.Where she was wearing her sindoor,her bangles ,her husband,her children and slept into a dream where she is alone.
I feel death is a celebration of sadness, celebration of lies to us although we know that is the only truth. It comes with a preparation of mind ,but what about death that are not clear,we talk to the same person a day before and then the other morning we know that we can't talk to them ever.
How to express the sadness,the regret,the grief.
Some people,cry ,some console,some showcase condolences,some wants to die.
From all those categories,my nana belonged to the,last category, he cried but tears didn't wake up.As if they were incapable to show the outburst of grief,inside him.We were being strong to help him,we couldn't. We were in a place where time is flowing as it is, but it is slow.
The night was the epitome of grief,and love of my
Nana and Nani my grandparents whom I have loved as my grandparents.
Nana a jolly,happy, stubborn,loving,father of 6 daughters and 1 son,was a man,of great pride, commonly known as " Barababu",he was so resplendent that formality was being informal to him.
His ethics,his morals his attitude has made him the man he is.
We loved our Nanu whether some candies,or some local stuff he could get us within a bluff.He was a man who loved eating paan, although we always stopped him from eating it.
His watch showed time,his shoes showed smartness,his hair showed experience and his words showed him. Contrastingly,my Nani was a very simple, intelligent, meticulous,saree wearing women.Who loved her family,she has never seen rest as the door,love as the blanket and bed as the carefree place.
They were true lovers like ..fish and water, necessary for each other's living and they proved them to be.
November 14,2022 - Nanu left us and chose Nani over us. When Nani left us, we were left with an ailing man,whose favourite pair of shoe has lost its partner.
I sometimes think that how he must have felt.Her paper was not given with the same hands,his tea was not given with his paired cup.His chairs were not infront of her wife.His medicines was a formality.Did anyone could understand his pain,he was clutched ,when he was free.
He was alone when people cared him much more than anytime.His hands might have waited,for her neck touch as it was his support.His eyes might have lost when he knew that it is visible,his ears might have heard the silence as no one was there to make him hear even in violence.
Our nanighar was never about luxury it was about comfort.We got better food in our house,better clothes,hot water in winter,but the food was not made with happiness of being more in less,cold water was never really a choice it is was a compromise to stay in the nutshell of love..
I miss every single litchis that might have ever ripened as I could never ever touch them again.
Sometimes it's always the first chance to live,you may or may not get the second chance...so always live every moment as it is your last so that you can never regret the happening.
I don't know if I can ever heard the same Nick names from my dadu and Dida or I can ever call him dadu yes I 'll come or i dont know.. whether I will ever taste the food that Nani cooked.But they made us realise the life even when they were dead that's the beauty of them. So we can't keep the photograph At the ground floor as it might fall,if it will it will.So we know..that The glass if it's broken is broken u can change it with the glass of newness but the characters of the photograph is always the same..
So always believe that If you get the chance to click pictures ever click it no matter is it is a bad situation or a good one because the characters of the photograph Is same and this shows that some people are constant with us and some leave us the mid way,but it is you who is constant in the photograph of life ,and this my nanu and nana taught me even when they are never in the photograph with me now .And he taught me that sometimes the photograph is not for the good situation it for the bad that will remind that how u fought with it
