Mortal beings and immortal memories!

Man is mortal but memories are not...never! It is never lost to us as long as we remember it. ‘Tabula rasa’ that’s what our mind is when we are born. Apparently we become the victim (at times) of ‘growing up’ and get trapped in this vicious cycle of life. Growing up can mean a lot, adding up in the list and leaving a lot behind. I am still beyond obsessed with my childhood days and the memories that are left behind…I hate when I realize I cannot go back to my ‘grandmother-grandfather’s ‘ days..is it because I am so called ‘grown-up’ now? Or just because I am away from them? No…not at all! It is just that they are gone..gone for good….ended up with their ‘growing-up’ process and freed from the vicious cycle called life. I will die one day too…everyone will die…we are mortal but memories are not (remember?)

I know, people get aged and they go away from us. Losing someone at their old age also means more memories with them. Isnt it? (If I live for 99 years it means 99 years of togetherness with the family). It is hard to accept the fact that ‘people die and part away from us for forever and ever’…we know they will never come back to us (may be at times in our dream) but MEMORIES are immortal!

My letter to my grandfather (Expired:9/4/2014)

Dear koka,

I hope you are resting in peace now. I know your body gave up because ‘growing-up’ hurts, isnt it? But don’t worry; now you are free…free from the pain. Will you miss us?

As soon as I heard the news about you(that you are no more), all that came to my mind was that little girl (me) who pissed you/embarrassed you with the stupid questions in front of your daughter-in-laws (of Corse I was not supposed to ask why you were hiding and smoking, in front of your daughter-in-laws). I am sorry!

Rs.5 was a huge amount during then when you used to take me to ‘xobha’ (a cultural fest of Assam). How can I forget I used to hold your finger and walk for a while and then used to stand still and say ‘no way I can’t walk, pick me up, hold me and walk back home or else I will not move’. I can never get those days back!

I know I cannot write everything in one letter because it is never ending but MEMORIES will remain and I choose to remember it for the rest of my life. I am one of the luckiest on the earth to get people like you who moves away for liberation but leaves behind MERORIES…the IMMORTAL MEMORIES!

You will be missed and sorry for the troubles I gave!

Yours,

Eldest grand-daughter (who could not see you for the last time)

Rightly said ‘BROKEN KNEES WERE BETTER THAN THE BROKEN HEART’