We were still kids then.. 20 years ago.. Unaware
of how relations mattered, how feelings develop, how things would change in the
times to come and a whole lot of other things. What we were at all interested
in was playing, hanging out, watching TV and doing things which people mostly
called naughty. I vividly remember the time my grandpa was in hospital after
his brain hemorrhage. Every morning and evening someone would go to meet him. It
was soon understood that he wouldn’t survive for long. The message didn’t percolate
to our generation. Even if it did, I doubt it would have mattered much. Death
was still an unknown demon to us. That particular evening mom was asking me to
accompany her to the hospital. I was too busy playing with my neighbourhood
friends to agree on accompanying her. She kept telling me that grandpa would be
delighted to see me, and I kept telling her to leave me alone with my friends. 20
years have passed.. But the regrets haven’t. I so wish to be regranted that
chance to visit him – the last it would be, for he didn’t survive another day. He
died with the unfulfilled wish of hearing my voice and seeing my face the last
time.
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