Dada,you there

Dada,you there

A Story by Namrata
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about a person I love

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I always longed to have an elder brother.One who would pamper me, one who would tease me, one who would screen the boys I date. I don't have an elder brother of same blood,that is. But I had an elder brother of same blood who died. Say, 10 years ago. I wasn't sure what exactly happened then. I was an 8 year old kid when he left me, forever. I saw everyone crying. I asked my mom if I should cry too. She couldn't speak. I didn't want to cry. So I went on wiping others' tears. I found my favourite tissue paper box and I handed one out to everyone. And then, they took his body on shoulders and were taking the turn from the street. He was sleeping so peacefully, I wondered if everyone was jealous. Somebody told me, "He ain't coming back Rai." I said," It aint fair. He promised the Birla Planetorium Trip this winter." No one replied. A single teardrop trickled down my cheek.

I then started counting how many trips and prizes were left for him to give me. He said there would be one for every achievement I embellish. I still wonder why he saw that much potential in me. Why he said, " You will be the one who will make this family proud, never let go of your dreams, you are the brightest girl in my life."

If you are wondering, I hardly topped in my class. He saw something in me no one else has seen.

We used to eat chocolate cake together without anybody knowing at home. And my birthdays would be incomplete without the coffee flavoured cakes he bought for me, so I don't celebrate birthdays since he is gone. We would talk about the stars in the night sky, my favourite part. He gave me everything I never asked for, he knew I was too shy to ask. No one gets that now !

We would watch,"kuch kuch hota hain" our favourite movie , a thousand times. We would gulp down litres of coke without sharing them with anyone.

He had a serene voice, calling me "Rai" and I would call him " Dada". He said he didn't mind.

I am sure he didn't.

He loved me more than his own daughter.

They say, he is in relation of a maternal grandfather to me.

I know he was the DADA I always cherished and continue to.

Dada, I love you, you there?

© 2014 Namrata


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Well.... I do not know what it is to have a grandparent.
But I sure know what the absence caused by Death is.

I have nothing to say about the piece, which is rare.
A very good write :-)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Namrata

10 Years Ago

I express my humble gratitude to you, too.
I stopped here the moment I saw the word Dada, this was really very touching piece an. Even though I am very stubborn but I miss all those I have lost, I was kid then. I hardly understood what was Death. I saw people around my crying and I looked them and shrugged... while reading I recollected all those memories.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Namrata

10 Years Ago

I understand. Thank you for stopping by.
How touching Namrata.. Your innocent ravings at mortal death and the yearning that followed, and continued for a long time.. was so nostalgic to comprehend and somehow, you entire story was so pleasant to read.. I understand only too well the faith he placed in you.. Sounds too Familiar :) He's in a good place.. We lose those we love my friend, but little do we realise they are not lost forever.. They are very much alive in a form that has no end.. our memories.. Thank you for sharing.. :))

Posted 10 Years Ago


Namrata

10 Years Ago

Familiar, yes. :D

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