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Death of my Grandparents.
This was Dec, 1957, I was in service at Wah Cantt, Pakistan. I
got a postcard that my grandfather was not feeling well. He
was already very old and weak. I rushed and reached after
travelling about 280 kilometers by train. The village was
stoically calm. It was a beautiful mid-evening when complete
sunset is just to ensue with crimson colors across a copse of
green trees. I found grandfather in good health. He had a sound
sleep in the night. In the breakfast he took a pint of Milk mixed
with egg. He was feeling comfortable. I was along his bed. He
slept and I found some snoring voice from his throat. I was little
upset but not worried; he was very comfortable and looked
having a sound sleep. The voice stopped after about two or
three minutes. Suspecting something wrong, I took my hand
above his face to feel the breath, it was not there. I
immediately called my uncle, who came running, saw his father
asleep. When examined, told us he is gone. He is gone to his
permanent abode. He was cold. Can a person die like this? No
indication, no anxiety of any sort. My most beloved and
precious gift I got at the time of birth was lost. I went into
shock. My elder brother was out of breath when one of wise
neighbor pressed his lung cage forcefully to restore breathing
and was saved. I had lost my house and now the owner. I had
lost everything.
After about three years of the death of my grandfather, I was
informed by a letter that my dear grandma had expired and
was laid to rest. I went to my village after three days of her
death. I could have done nothing except standing on that fresh
mound of clay underneath she lay asleep.
It would be long when fresh green shoots of grass would
appear on her grave mound. I took some dust of her grave in
The sight of a torn corner of the Post Card made her worried.
She knew the meaning. Hand in hand I followed her in the bed
room, threw myself on the bed. An elderly woman in white
clothes transpiring sacredness appeared and pursued me to be
at peace and went out.
We were alone now; we talked and talked about Grandma. The
hot tea and miraculous hot touch of the hands made me calm.
Similarity of the consequences took me few years back, I found
myself on the bed at my native place and the kindest lap of my
Grandma. It was the same time; a similar evening I threw
myself in the sacred lap of grandma exactly likes that of now. I
was startled then; I saw my house demolished.
What a
coincidence and similarity? Aggrieved at both occasions; the
time and the place; the kind lap. We both wept now and, my
grandma and me both wept then too; in the lap of grandma.
Now in the lap of another woman, we were married only few
months before. The place was a comfy house of my in-laws.
There that night I told her; it was November afternoon. Days
were shorter. I was in class two or three. I came from school
about three kilometers away to find my grandma sitting in the
yard. It was raining. Surprisingly I asked why you are sitting
here in the cold and wet. I will go inside now; why should I not
be out in the rain while my little son is also out there? She
replied. Dripping and shivering I simply hugged her around. I
fear she might get sick grandfather remarked.
There on that bed, I shared also, sitting very close to her, I was
on bosom, while at the age two or three, sucking the nipples of
my old grandma, when I felt small quantity of a fluid is sucked.
Was this blood or what? I swallowed. She used to comfort me
in cold long nights; telling me stories of the king and his
beautiful daughters. One of those daughters was expelled from
the palace, when she expressed her love the king like a salt. All
others liked the kind as honey, butter or sweets. Later king was
convinced that salt can be consumed daily but not sweets. The
king became kind on that princess and pardoned her.