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Ohh...My nanu expired when i was in 7th.. he was really strict person... I still remember he punish us with two fingers of his right hand him tap us on our wrist... and then we can see prints of his finger on our arm... Oh that was painful but we still go to him and let him do it..!My dadu died when i was in 12th in vacation after board exams, i was in mumbai i had a talk just day before his death day.. couldnt meet him! The ethics and principles i got from him, he was in custom..!
My grandfather (I call him Dadubhai) was a banker, heading the East Zone of the United Bank of India in his time, living in mostly Assam and West Bengal. My brother learnt the ways of the world from him. I learnt the ways of the mind from him. He would talk of tea gardens and the Burma road and the blackouts before bombings and inter-caste marriages and the English translations of the Geeta and I would listen to him. Even younger, it was a ritual to curl up beside Dadubhai and he would tell me stories till I fell asleep, then Ma would wake me up quietly and I would go sleep with Baba and her.
Dida was a tiny person, who always smelled of flowers and freshness. She called me "Didun" and would stand beside me when I had lunch or dinner. I think she would have fed me if she had her way. Even when I was all of seventeen.
It's terrible that such gentle, lovely people would have to meet such terrible ends. I will always love them. It took me months to even start talking about Dida in the past tense.
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