The other day when I came back home I didn't find you waiting for me at the dinner table,longing to hear how my day was. I sat down peacefully to eat and I realized how fond my ears had grown to your idle chats,the way you described with intricate details of all the things that happened around you interested me. I could sense the joy in your eyes Everytime I shared what pleasant experience I have encountered,or a praise that I had received or a long due work done.But today it was different..
I went for the walk all alone and I missed holding your hand sometimes and laughing out with you.The old grumpy man was still hurrying for his train, the young boys were still playing in the fields and the old couple was still reminiscing their by gone days, everything around seemed to be the same but you were not there.I passed by your favorite bookstall and it reminded me the last time we had gone there to buy your favorite magazine and returned late home after an hour of heart full laughter that you shared with the bookseller discussing about the present status of book lovers.
Your spectacles are still lying on my desk as you have forgotten it there,and today I couldn't even scold you for being careless.The cardigan that you were knitting lay incomplete and I knew that I could not get to wear your warmth ever.My lazy afternoons didn't smell of the pickles that you prepared for us,nor are my evenings noisy with you chanting devotional songs.Everything around seemed to be still and I knew I could not argue,fight,cry, scold and laugh with someone like the way I did with you.
The day passes by making way for the night to crawl in,seasons change,months pass by but the absence left by You remain forever.Every time I pass by your favorite bookstall,or smell the aroma of pickle,or see someone knitting cardigan, I smile and I believe that parts of You also smile back at me from heaven only to feel contented with the fact that your Grand Daughter has learnt to live with your memories,battling pain. I believe you still remain within me, sometimes careless as a child and sometimes like my inner strong conscience guiding me to take the right path.