The Wretched Day-10

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AL WIDA GRANDMA!!!
The hall was crowded with random women that we had to wade through shoving. The ambiance was spookily calm. My tongue lurched in horror when I saw my grandma lying down nearby her bed on the floor— LIFELESS. 

Her last weeks were so awful. She suffered an unbearable pain both mentally and physically— It was an ordeal. We all wished that she could get through that soon. Even the doctor had warned us a week before that she was beyond any cure and was counting her days. But still, I couldn't stomach that she had left us that soon— within a fortnight, so abruptly. 

It seemed that my grandma was sleeping and was alive. But in reality, she was no more and was just a corpse with her eyes closed. "Will I ever see her?" my guilty heart questioned. For some minutes, I turned out to be the one whom I hated the most in the whole world for not visiting her for one last time, as everyone kept insisting. I started banging my head. Asked numerous sorries to my grandma grabbing her feet, shedding tears. 

My brain said it was so dramatic and hysterical. But my heart which had enjoyed my grandma's excessive love said, "Never mind!" The mob of complete strangers of course didn't stop me from venting the frustration off my chest. They could neither stop my mom. She was wrecked too.  

"She is gone! The selfless soul! Can you see her again?..." The old lady whom my grandma would fondly call anni, was whimpering  as she was too exhausted to let out a shriek like her crew mates.

"She was uncontrollable today. Yelling gibberish and  subsided into a weak moan. When it was quarter past nine, we noticed that she....", an unknown old lady broke out crying. 

They say no emotion lasts more than ninety seconds but on that day, I couldn't help but the ebb and flow of fond memories brought forth bouts and bouts of fresh tears that trickled down unintentionally as a reflex.

The days I spent with her, the stories she narrated, the delicacies she cooked with perfect blend of love, her spotless smile, her kitchen utensils that used to be my toys, her just a minute advice, everything was deeply engraved in my heart. With her went the charns of my childhood, the bindaas days of my life.

The night was weary and tiresome. I couldn't take my eyes off my grandma. She was serene. She seemed content that she had taught me a life's leason— "Humans are not immortal; the people who are with me today may not be with me tomorrow." With that lesson she left the world. 



Dear grandma, 
Now I wish I could go back to the past  and could spend some quality time with you. And I know it's impossible and irrelevant to think of too. Love you a lot grandma.. and it's true. The same tears are oozing now too as I type this. The soul which had loved me more than I love myself. I know there is no one who can replace you in my life. 



Al Wida grandma
Return If Possible...♥️

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