Dear Grandma

I miss you... i do!

You didn't really care the way others did..

I think that's because you didn't know how to show it...

I realised it later...

It took some time.. but i did

I miss the way you went crazy when you couldn't find your white duppatta

I miss the way you you laughed..

With you having no idea what we were talking about.. but anyway you found it funny enough to cheer up

I miss the way we used to sit for hours talking about life.. your small.. but beautiful life

I miss the way how always you were content with everything god has given you

You didn't use to do much.. where your presence only seemed enough while i ws sketching or was busy working on my assignments

You didn't use to say much.. where that silence was masked with your one encouraging smile.. which spoke "yes.. you can do it.. work bit harder"

I love it when paa talks about you.. about how you kept yourself aside and always keeping their's need as priority

I love it when all of us while sitting together enjoy remembering about your silly yet memorable habits..

"Do you remember that??!!".. "no no it was like that...."

Sometimes we just can't seem to stop with all those babblerings

Sometimes its like.. you're among us and laughing with us

Your real absence after that day i realized when you weren't there at the time we dine the next day

Your absence i realize everytime when i need just a tight hug from you with no particular reason

Dadima... sometimes i just wish i could dream about you.. about us..