if i am the third generation of the family then here is the end of the first...
i slept like everyday at 2 in the night and jus after 2 hrs at 4 o'clock dad woke me up and said get ready we are going to delhi...
in that moment of silence, i couldn't ask him why cuz i think i knew the answer... Nani Maa is no more.
She was my eldest friend... we used to share jokes, laughs, family issues etc etc.... we used to talk for hrs n hrs...
11 dayz before she was talking about my marriage wid me n mumma and she promised me that she gonna sit with me on the horse.
She broke but i think her promise isn't ... She was very close to 4 of us i.e. Papa, Mumma , Di and myself... she used to have topics to talk about with each one of us...
well she lived her life and achieved her last goal and that was Di's marriage... i was jus sitting and calculating that she died 131 dayz after Di's marriage... if we write these dayz in a date form then it is 1/31 i.e. Di's marriage day and she lived and struggled for that particular day and time...
here is a poem by W.H.Auden which really touched me...
"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message She is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good."
Missing you Nani Maa... please be with us all the time... we need you.
