To my grandparents...

I have been blessed to have known you. I wish I had said these words to you.

I would like to believe that when we, as kids, surrounded you while you told us stories of Guru Nanak Dev ji, you knew we loved you.

When you recited poetry of Shauq, and I was riveted and asked you to go slow so I could write it, you must have realized how much you meant to me.

When you shared your experience of getting married at the age of sixteen, and we wanted to understand what you had gone through, I wish I had asked more questions and have gotten to know more about you.

When you were ranting about what a foolish decision Partition had been, why didn’t we realize that your experiences will become ash with you, if we didn’t listen to them more carefully?

There are regrets, yes. But more than that there is the gratitude that I knew you.

It’s Grandparents’ Day. Over the last ten years or so, all four of you left this world.
Is there any way to make the day special for you still?

It is reminisces like these that make it special.

When I choose to live life to its’ full, it is a celebration with you.

When I strive for the balance between the worlds within and out there and know that it is practically possible, it is my salute to you.

When I know that as an old person, being alone once in a while, is not a cause to be bitter. It just means that one should relish the time with family more, it is me hoping I will be more like you when I am that age.

When ‘actions speak louder than words’ is not just a quotation, it is your caring of me that speaks even today, when you never were one to say much.

By telling my kids to respect elders, always, I share this day with you.
By sitting with family, and sharing anecdotes – inspirational and nostalgic – we make you a part of us again.
By naming our Whatsapp group, ‘Branches of Your Name’, we make you a part of our conversations.
By following your recipe of halwa to the tee, and still failing to get the taste right, I miss you more.
By folding my hands, breathing deeply (as you taught me to), I express my love for you.

I am lucky that my grandparents left me with caring memories, inspirational life stories, and lovely family.


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