Today was no different from any other regular day of my routine. It has become a habit now to look at my photo wall I created in my room as I wake up; like a routine. I feel peaceful even when I do nothing but stare at those photographs remembering the good times I had which created a lasting memory. Today, looking at those pictures, I saw a photo of my younger self. I was all dressed up as little Krishna; it was clicked on the day of “Krishnashtami”. As today happens to be ‘Krishnashtami’, for a moment I was taken back in time; a time when I had a little chat with my grandma couple of years back, when we discussed about the same photo.
It’s been a year now since her demise, but I still feel like her presence is not lost, she is still with us in our hearts I feel. A couple of years back on one of our loving talks, I asked her about the details of that day; when they dressed me up as Kanhanji (Little Krishna). It was then I came to know that my grandma did all that! She enjoyed and loved each and every moment of that day she spent in dressing me up, just to see me like that; I was her Kannaya (Bal Gopal)… For her, I was the most beautiful girl ever born (I must confess, she is the only one who ever thought so!).
I always knew we loved and cared for each other a lot, but that day I felt maybe my love for her was nothing compared to what she felt for me. “She is the one who saw me grow from an infant to an adult after all!” I thought…
My flash of memories ended and I was there sitting in front of my photo wall, staring at that photo with tears rolling down my cheek and a smile on my face.
Life is strange indeed!
For a moment, life gives us all the happy moments we ever wished for and in a second takes it all away, leaving us empty-handed…!
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