A funeral

I was expecting all the time. Each time i left her there was something behind my head that used to tell me this is the last time. So I always turn back her and see her for one last time. That day
what i saw was my grandmother standing there on the door telling me adieu. Her eyes were shining as two droplets of tears slowly came out of her old eyes. She smiled at me and waved a good bye like she knew that was our last meeting on this earth.

Then one morning while i was sleeping in the college hostel my mobile phone rang. It was dad
he told me the grandmother has fallen sick and is in hospital. She had a minor Heart Attack. It
didn't take much time for me to realize what is coming. I packed up my bag and everything and with the help of my friends took the next train to my home town.

I had told Dad that I will stay in the hospital and take care of her as i used to do previously also whenever she fell sick. But I was preparing myself for anything.

I reached Ernakulam in the morning. There I saw Siddique, Dad's cousin waiting for me in the Railway Station. The moment i saw him I realized that my grandmother is gone. For a second I felt like the whole world is moving away from underneath my leg. Everything went into a slow motion after that. Siddique was asking me something about this and that but all I could hear was some sound which meant nothing at all. I ignored his questions and started preparing myself for the worst.

There she was. All covered in while cloth. There was that smile on her face when everybody around her were crying their heart out. I looked at her face for a second and just moved away. I didn't cry, No not even a single droplet of tear. I had lost everything in the world that I had, but I did not cry. Was it bravery or was it that i was not sad I don't know. What i know was that i was confused and was thinking about rest my life which i had to live without the person who i loved the most Or should i say the only person i loved in the world.

I did not talk to anybody. I was very quite the whole day. I was under Microscope of every relative in the house who had come to tell the final adieu to the most important person in the family.

The funeral was over. I could very well feel that vacuum occupying the most part of my heart. I was not able to think anything as i was. I was quietly sitting on the Deevan coat, It was then when i saw her.

What do you think about a Homoeopathic Doctor.

Doctor is OK.

But homoeopathy??

Madhyamam Sunday 12 August 2007

Muslim Boy, Age 26, MCA, Fair, Working Abroad,
Aristocrat Family, From North Malabar Settled in Ernakulam,
invited from graduated girls from northern kerala/Abroad.