I am at my parent's place, the house I grew up in, after almost 1.5 years. What I miss the most in this house today is my grandfather whom we called Baba. In the first 2-3 days, I kept hearing his voice at random times. It was like he is still here with us, he is still calling everyone by names, still getting irritated with things not in right place. I am here in this house for the first time when he is not around.
I generally control my emotions, don't let of the tears in front of others. But today, I missed him so much. It is friday and every friday evening we do aarti of Lord Balaji in our office. He called each one of us for the aarti every friday while we were at home and we sang the aarti together. I could not control myself and started crying during the aarti.
We spent so much time with Baba doing so many different things like solving crosswords, repairing electronics, just reading newspapers together. He took us to almost all the hydro-electric dams in the area, to some temples and also to lakes where migratory birds stopped during their transit. When I started my South America trip, I had thought about how I will show my pictures and stories to Baba who was so curious about my life in US. He used to keep an Atlas with him and asked me where I travelled and how I flew from one place to other. I was so excited to share my stories with him, but I can't even show a single picture to him now.
He spoke to most of us, his grandchildren, in English. He used to be so happy and excited whenever any of his daughters or grandchildren or great grandchildren visited him. He gave so much time to each one of us and we all made sure that we spent time with him. He wrote letters to most of us when telephone communication was not such a privilege as it is now. He used his typewriter to write the letters because his hand was not steady enough to write. We always replied him in letters and he stored all the letters so well in a file.
It has been 3 months since he passed away. I was in Peru, in the amazon jungle the night he passed away. On the previous night, I saw a star near the full moon - in marathi it is called as "Yuti". It reminded me of him, he used to call us and tell us about such "yutis" and asked us to see them. There are so many tiny tiny things that remind me of him. Not one day has passed that I have not thought about him.
I miss him very much, and I wish to hear him again.
I generally control my emotions, don't let of the tears in front of others. But today, I missed him so much. It is friday and every friday evening we do aarti of Lord Balaji in our office. He called each one of us for the aarti every friday while we were at home and we sang the aarti together. I could not control myself and started crying during the aarti.
We spent so much time with Baba doing so many different things like solving crosswords, repairing electronics, just reading newspapers together. He took us to almost all the hydro-electric dams in the area, to some temples and also to lakes where migratory birds stopped during their transit. When I started my South America trip, I had thought about how I will show my pictures and stories to Baba who was so curious about my life in US. He used to keep an Atlas with him and asked me where I travelled and how I flew from one place to other. I was so excited to share my stories with him, but I can't even show a single picture to him now.
He spoke to most of us, his grandchildren, in English. He used to be so happy and excited whenever any of his daughters or grandchildren or great grandchildren visited him. He gave so much time to each one of us and we all made sure that we spent time with him. He wrote letters to most of us when telephone communication was not such a privilege as it is now. He used his typewriter to write the letters because his hand was not steady enough to write. We always replied him in letters and he stored all the letters so well in a file.
It has been 3 months since he passed away. I was in Peru, in the amazon jungle the night he passed away. On the previous night, I saw a star near the full moon - in marathi it is called as "Yuti". It reminded me of him, he used to call us and tell us about such "yutis" and asked us to see them. There are so many tiny tiny things that remind me of him. Not one day has passed that I have not thought about him.
I miss him very much, and I wish to hear him again.
