The most difficult thing for me is to write memoirs. People are so distinct that it requires immense talent to describe each one in words. And to share the memories with them is even more difficult. Doing that for my grandparents is certainly a Herculean task!
Every kid has two sets of grandparents. I mean everyone is supposed to have that. I have no memories of my paternal grandparents. They left for their heavenly abode when I was very small.
I have grown up visiting my maternal grandparents’ house every year. I was very attached to my dadu who also left us some six years ago. I have some wonderful memories with him. I remember how we used to go with him to the park while he used to sit and discuss the news with his friends there. I remember how he always used to encourage me and my cousins to study and do something good with our lives.
He was always very proud of me. He would boost about all my achievements. I knew that no matter how small or insignificant my academic or extra curricular achievements are, he was the one who should know about them. He would always encourage me to do more! Everything about dadu is still so fresh in my heart.
During his last days, when dementia crept in with age and he had no idea who I was, he would always make sure that I was looked after well and fed well when I visited him because I was a “guests” and guests are to be treated like God. These small things are also imbibed in his future generations, I can say that proudly.
The lady who carries the legacy of our clan is my dida. She is very old now. But she would call us everyday without fail to know if we are doing good. I also try to make it a point to go and meet her as often as I can, talk to her as often as I can. She is the sweetest person you will ever come across. I remember my summer vacations being spent with gorging onto sweets made by her. Even today, when she is nearing her hundred years of existence, she tries to make the things I like whenever I visit her. Of course, that is not what I let her do. But the magic that those hands have – unique!
She understands each one of her grand-babies better than their parents. She saved us from our angry parents, so many times. She pampered us better than anyone else.
I am not sure if I will be with my dida on this Granparents Day. But I surely want to convey all the love that I can to her! I love you dida!
I look forward to hear from you how would you celebrate Grandparents Day. Do share a selfie with your grandparents on Sept. 10, 2017 on Twitter or Facebook with #LoveJatao & tag @blogadda to win a goodie from Parachute Advansed.