After a lovely day at office I returned back
home. Since past few days he was keeping ill but today he seemed very weak. In
a hushed, fearful voice I whispered in my aunt’s ear, “You think he will
survive this night?” She smiled and said, “Yes.”
19th June, 1987: It was past 10.30
p.m. when he walked inside my room, I was lying next to my sleeping mum. He sat
patiently on sofa by our bed and gave me a nervous smile. Mom woke up; he stood
up and said, “You rest! No need to get up. I just came to see her.” He started
walking out of the room when my mother said, “You don’t want to hold her?” He
stopped on his way and nervously opened his arms. My mother placed me in his
arms. I don’t remember but I am sure he would have smiled at me. This was the
first time I met my grandpa.
Chocolates were our common weakness. I reached
my pockets and found one lying there, only one. This time I did not ask for a
share and gently slipped it inside his mouth. I sat by his side while rest of
them were having their dinner. He was sleeping and I was taking walk down the
memory lane. He could drive nothing apart from his cycle. I would be in 3rd
or 4th STD., when he would make me sit behind his cycle and we would
go to buy grocery and vegetables. On our way back he would make me calculate
total weight on the cycle. He would buy me a cream roll and chewing gum as a
reward for accompanying him.
As days passed the weight on our cycle
increased. First I was dropped out, than the vegetable bags and finally he
stopped cycling. We reversed our roles. Now I drove my scooty and he was on the
pillion seat. This time we went to banks and post office. Every month after he
would withdraw his pension, we would have ice cream, actually ice creamsssss.
One after the other, we would eat four to five ice creams in one go.
Born and brought up in Farhadi, a small village
in Kutch, my grandpa was sent to Dholka for further studies. He could never
return back to Kutch. After serving in army during the World War II in Burma,
he returned back to Gujarat and settled in Ahmedabad. He served as a post master
in various post offices across Ahmedabad and built a small house in Shahpur.
When he retired from office, his two younger sons were still studying in
school. He became a postal insurance agent and assured that they completed
their education. While one became a civil engineer from L. D. Engineering
College, the other finished his M.B.B.S from Jamnagar Medical College. His
struggles had made him a strong man.
In these last few months his health had
deteriorated and confined him inside the house. Still the monthly ice cream
treats did not stop. Now we included rest of the family in our party. Due to
sodium deficiency he would at times go back in time or visualize things out of
his imagination. Someone had to sleep by his side at night. I had been his
night watchman since 3 months now but past 3 odd days he had not been keeping
well sending me back in my room. When I am sitting by his side now, I realized
that he probably was the only person who loved me unconditionally. He never
expected anything and gave me all he could.
The jitters were not settling and I decided to
sit by his side and read 12th and 15th adhyay from
Bhagwat Geeta. After chocolate and ice cream, Geeta was our common love.
He was still going stable and I retired for the day. After trying to sleep for
some time, I gave up the idea and headed towards kitchen. I came out of my room
and almost collided in my aunt. She looked at me and said, “Dada”. I knew what
she meant. I had known it since the time I walked in house today evening. I
knew lots of preparations were to be made for the next morning. I sat by his
bed and started reading something. It was around 4.00 am when the void started
settled in. The room turned hazy and my cheeks got wet, I could feel somebody’s
arms closing down on me. I wanted it to be him. But it was my father.
I never brought ice cream for him with my
salary and now he would not be able to attend my wedding. These are the two
things that I will regret forever. Some people leave a void in your life which
is difficult to fill. He was one of them.