The
last few days have been my best days with her so far.
Having
her with me all day long..
Having
her so close …to share my room and many other things..
As
close as she has been to my heart always..
Sharing
thousands of moments of feeling the softness in everything about her..
Softness,
Of
the touch of her hand,
Of
the look in her eyes waiting to see me returned from work,
Softness,
In
the feel of her cotton Saree,
Of
the colours of every single thing that belongs to her.
Softness
of her heart that makes her feel so genuinely for everyone, including the
fictitious characters in her favourite T.V serials,
Softness
of ice-cream that she loves and which makes her go naughty like a kid,
Softness
of Ghee-Rice, of the Raita which she shares with me from her plate,
Softness
of the tooth-less smile that bubbles up on her face as I listen to her
childhood stories..
Softness
of her trusted Ayurvedic lotion that she would put on my eyes on a tired evening…
Aajee
(My Grandmother) was here to stay with us for a few days and as the day she
has to go back to her place comes nearer…I lay my head on her lap feeling the
softness of her fingers moving in my hair….not a word between us and yet I know
she has understood that I am going to miss her…
Tonight,
when she has gone back home,
Alone
in my room….awake till late,
I
miss the softness in her voice,
When
she would have asked me to keep the pen down and go to bed…
The
feeling is a little weird, but I wish Aajee had a cellphone
and I could, at
this very moment, send her a “Miss u” text..
Wrapped
in the warmth of the Godhadi she had woven for me,
I
miss getting pampered like a baby when she used to make sure that blanketful of
love is spread neatly for me before I come to my bed,
And
I wish she had a cellphone and I could, right now, send her a “Miss U” text,
I
feel a little guilty that I need a cellphone and SMS for saying this to Aajee,
Shouldn’t
there be a softer way for saying this to her,
Probably,
no other way, will say as much as laying head on her lap and letting her
understand how I miss her…
Got
to wait for that till I meet her next…
Till
then…
I
wish Aajee had a cellphone
And
I could send her a “Miss U” text..
