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Hello.namaskar,aslam vale kum,sat sriakal i am back to my sweet mrd parivaar jo di is still not back,hope everything is fine,me too missing her lot guys i read an article A FINAL LETTER TO MY GRANDPA,in the newspaper where the person is sharing his chilhood days with his grandpa,i liked it very much,it is very heart touching,so i am writing the same here the way he has written.
Often ,during my morning walks in th park,i can see a man in his 80s walking with his grandchild.the sight reminds me of my grandfather,who used to walk me in the same park when i was a child.An ideal grandpa,his presence made my childhood beautiful
Like any other child i used to love listening to stories.And my constant refrain was for one'that never ended'.finally one day he told me the story of abird which pick up a grain of wheat a day from a granary in a village,adding that it would take years for the stock to finish and till then,the story would continue.That was the end of my persistence!
He had kept the child within him alive and every saturday ,when we visited the Hanuman temple,he would cajole me to have a plate at the panipuri stall.If i refused,he would tease me "oh,don't behave like an old lady!At 86 when his health started to fail,i would go alone to the temple and,passing by could see visions of boyh of us laughing over plates of panipuri.
He believed in doing his bit towards social work,which invited a fair amount of admiration,as well as criticism.Disturbed at the wagging tongues,i asked him oncehow he remained calm.He replied,"in every field,there are critics and admirers.but if u r true to urself,u need notbother about these things".
he knew how to deal with children,while he never liked pets in the house,i loved puppies and when i was four yrs old,brought an abandoned pup back from the basketball ground.The next day,i fed him in our garden and left for school.When i returned,the pup was no longer there,When i asked grandpa ,instead of scolding me,he simply answered that "his father came to take him away"
He was extremely particular about his excercise and daily schedule.He woke up early and went for his walk at 5:30 am ,following the same route and returning at exactly the sametime everyday.often i went along too on these walks,where he kept involved by quizzing me on spellings ,capitals of places,etc
Once i reached second standard , i began writing a letter to grandpa every year on his brithday, he would read my letters with a smile.When i was in tenth standard ,i gave him a gift, but he said he would prefer to receive a letter like each year so i continued. He however, never commented and i sometimes wondered what he thought of my letter.
He died at the age of 87. when he left us,dad decided to open an old suitcase, which belong to grandpa and occupied a pride of place on his table,Along with important document, in the safest pouch,dad found an envelope. he opened it and called me to take a look . when i looked inside ,i found all the letters i had ever written to grandpa kept in sequence and well-maintained . there wasn't a single fold on the pages and even the first letter,which was 15 year old,was intact.
Tears welled up in my eyes.for a long time,i was overwhelmed. thanks,grandpa,for giving me memories i will cherish all my life.
Geet - Hui Sabse Parayee
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Jhanak
