Skip to main content

That night!!!

                                                                      THAT NIGHT!
 It is spring, moonless night in the small town and moreover starless!
                     Yes! Night! One of the most lovely time. The time when I think of my past, present, and my future. But tonight is not for imagination. Tonight I can only think of “THEM!”. They; without whom I've had silent tears flowing out of my eyes…. Without them; I've always been all alone. They who always give you what you wished for. And yes the warmth of their love…the love that I never experienced!
                    Looking out through my bedroom window …. I stared at the dark sky above me. All I can see is one little star in the dark sky shining proudly as it winks at me. The cool breeze rubbed my face…. And I was feeling really good. My hair longed to fly along with the breeze. It took a short while when I noticed a tiny drop of tear crawling out of my eyes! I did miss them a lot!
                    Was that star after all…..looking at me?  Is it true that they are really up there? Now I really wish if I was a small kid believing the fact that our beloved ones comes to meet us by being these wonderful stars up there.   
                    But reality always strikes! And this is reality…the unsaid reality about my beloved unseen “GRANDPARENTS!!”…
                    LOVE from our near ones is something that you always long for more..and never less! Just like money or maybe more than that…the more you get the more u need it. After all the fate of love is that “it always seems too less or too much!”
                    My only “grandparents” is my mother’s mom. My grandma…. And if I could say she is a living legend! I've never seen anyone worth replacing her. I've got just everything from her. Love in the form of salted mangoes, gooseberries, pickles and not to forget lots and lots of scoldings! Yea I just said that. Its my grandma’s hobby I would say to scold me. And it is my official duty to irritate her and steal the pickles which was already made for me!
                   My cousins once said me, “when grandma heard that your coming she made 5 bottles of salted mango and gooseberry saying this is my child’s favorite!” She never accepts the fact that they were after all made for me…and waits till I steal it so that she can start with her one hour scolding.
                   It was only after days of my birth that my mother’s dad passed away! I've heard that he was a great man. He worked in Qatar and was the only man who went abroad those days in our area! (so we can guess how proud my mom would have been showing off!). I have seen him on photos which is stuck in my granny’s room. In that he wore a bell bottom pants with an off cream color T-shirt, looking absolutely young in his 40’s. The perfect grandfather I always dreamt about! My grandma used to say that he spoke real good English and was one his dreams that his children speak well too. But all I can imagine is my mom and her siblings staring at him wondering if that’s a language he's speaking keeping their mouth wide open! I WISH IF I COULD MEET HIM ONCE...SO THAT I WOULD HAVE FULLFILLED HIS DREAMS.(and more over I've got a lot of complains about my mom to register to him….I heard from my friends that granddads do help a lot) J
                                  My dad himself don’t remember his mothers face. She unfortunately passed away when he was only in 9th….i never knew how he overcame that. And my granddad left us when I was only two…. I've heard from mom that he was really fond of me and that even in his last few days of ALZHEIMERS, he did remember me. Mom also said that I used to ask him to spit in my hands and he only kissed them and close my hands!
                                     He was yet another legend…..with Pakistani nationality (that’s how people in our area refer us to the Pakistan family…weird!)…it’s been said that the British officers did come to our house to arrest granddad and that he hid somewhere I don’t know. A lot of great writers did approach my dad and family members to write about him. But they never let them do it. (Of course he was not a terrorist!!)…there are a lot of investigations to be done!!! And I feel my granddads sister, my favorite aunt...Whose only 101 years must truly know all about my granddads’ history! Maybe fate was waiting for me to get into writing and it will be me myself who’s going to write my grandpas history and reveal all his hard workings and effort to this world!!! YES GRANPA I’LL DO THIS FOR YOU! (But obviously after a few years!)
                 I've learned from one of my best friend who’s got both her grandparents from both the side alive!!! This makes it 4 for her… and just one for me! She said that grandfathers are the best part of one’s life….their care…their love…their affection. It makes you live in yet another world! But that world is now just beyond my imaginations….beyond the sky….beyond everything..!!!
                And now I can’t find that star in the sky….I cant find it anywhere….!! All I can see is the dark starless sky!
         The love that lasts longest is the love that’s never returned! After all life is a rainbow which also includes the black!
                                        I do love you a lot grandpa and grandma!! And I do miss u a lot!



Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog


Now....I know the title seems to be crazy absolutely....! FOR THOSE WHO HATE READING!? Why would anyone peek in if they hate reading???Well Well.....Those who don't like reading anything like blogs...novels...books...columns..and even your books and those who like reading only facebook status....messages....comments....and tweets....THIS IS FOR YOU...!!Reading is an art of relaxing your mind by........what ???.....nothing!! I am not here to take a class on reading??NO WAY!!! I just wanna tell you a story of a boy who never read anything....!!

There was once a guy named radsopilod. ( what?? Its my I'll give any name! :) ). His life was full of fun till the age of 15. You know what was special? He had never ever read a book...not even one! (that doesn't mean he was illiterate obv!) .He had a friend named Kilofrost...who almost read 12765899 books an year...
       Radsopilod once asked Kilofrost from a park why he enjoyed reading........! This question created a mas…

The Desperate story of..MY PINK UMBRELLA!!!

The humor mixed emotional story of me and my desperate PINK UMBRELLA!

okay!! Now that you just read the title of this post...which says,"the desperate story of My pink umbrella", I'm sure you might be wondering..ha!whats the big deal in the story of an umbrella??? That too a desperate story??    Ok since you have continued reading this....I'm again sure that(i  dont know y m always sure f things :P) you really wanna know what exactly my story .....ooopz.!! I mean my umbrella's story is... Its not really compulsory to roll your eyes over thinking why is this girl not yet starting the story?.
                       After I have brazenly flaunted about ''My'' pink umbrella....its sure that I've got one myself. But how i got it is yet another do wanna know it right? goes the story.....

It all started when my college was about to begin.As a new student and first time hosteler,i bought kinda everything that will fit in my roo…

My Fitness Trip- Introduction

Are you fat? Do you wanna burn those extra fats? Do you wanna calculate your calories? Do you wanna know the technique to lose weight like really fast? Like in just 2 hours?

Then obviously this is not the place. Its just a blog bro!

I totally don't understand why I am taking this big a risk. I am not a type of person who normally stick to the plan and most of the time end up doing some extraneous activity. But as they say, passion and commitment for something can drive us to any extend we want. So yeah, here I am, sharing my story to anyone who reads my blog, but mainly to myself.

My story wouldn't be complete without me mentioning about UAE. We are both very well connected. More like a connection between Batman and Joker. Long story short, prolonged job hunt and bundles of depressions (due to job hunt) stressed me out (which is another story for later) for which the only solution I found in was EATING collaborated with bunch of series like Game of Thrones, Sherlock Holmes, Q…