Happy Days

^^^^^^^ Nanu & Dibbu ^^^^^^^


As soon as my cab entered Meerut, I felt a sense of belongingness ...unlimited child hood memories, lessons learnt, acquaintances made, those cycle lessons, fighting over endless hide n seek, meals at neighbors place, staying at friends place, making castles in the sand, getting hurt while picking fruits from the backyard, waiting for the school bus at the same bus stop for close to 9 years,..... oh so much to remember....... I was overwhelmed. So much has changed in my home town.... the fast life has caught up this city, which was relaxed in its pace. However, suddenly a gush of incidents like a morning walk at 5.30 a.m on a chilly winter morning; getting breakfast for all, when we'd stay at his place; Ice- creams after lunch; scolding us for eating snacks when they were being served for only my dad (lol); getting us endless dresses...... oh god when it comes to courtseys you cant's really beat him!!!!

As my cab took turns and finally reached my Nanu's place, I just hurriedly went inside and hugged him. He was lying comfortably ( Knowing him I guess I made him uncomfortable ).... all I asked him was- "Are you still writing it?" He said, "No!" before I could react, everyone came in the room so dint want to bring this topic. For those of you who don't know what am I referring to, its just that I have requested him to pen down his childhood days, any memories and special events in his life, for it would be the memories for future generations to come. Bed time stories of his real life incidents. I wish he does it at his own pace but does it.

He's 94, has a fragile frame and his glasses, have been there for n number of years! The only one living grand parent I have. I really value him and his presence. Thanks god once again!!!!