We always have someone who we love dearly....
there are two people who are very close to my heart and brain....[i follow my brain and my heart],
my grandpa and my aunt [dad's sis]..i love them enormously....
they have huge influence over me....this is because since i was small i was with them...
this post of mine is entirely dedicated to my grandpa...
I remember those days when i was just 1 or 2 years old...he would come home and we would go to the park sitting on his nasty old scooter...we would also have a nice window shopping..i never had to cry or beg for something i wanted because i always got it with ease...i would also go to his office frequently and entertain him and his old friends....time passed...my parents and I shifted to a different city...but whenever i had an argument with my parents over something i would directly call my grandpa....and it didn't matter whether i was right or wrong...they both always had it....i did go to his place every vacation and then we had a blast cause neither mum nor dad accompanied me...the very first morning we would drive to a shop where you get awesome hot 'jalebees' [its a type of sweet]...then the entire day, i would be lazying around...i used to go for a walk with him every mornings at four..i know its too early but you remain active and fresh the whole day....of course i would come home and sleep again!...watering plants was my favourite house chore..except i hated those chameleons in that jungle!...i and my brother used to do all sorts of stupid stuff like playing in the sand or sometimes some other boyish games...[ i am no tom boy but i wasn't greatly into girlish stuff particularly crushes- until 10th]...
sometimes because of our naughtiness our grandpa would ran behind us with a stick[it wasn't a big stick, but he used to carry it with himself while he went for a jog in the morning..it served the purpose of self protection]...
it was all fun....but one fine day he just passed away leaving me alone...we all were in an enormous shock...well, i still am...nobody ever thought about it..he was just so fit never weak...he never even went to hospitals..it was the first and the last time he paid a visit to it.....
when he passed away..i wasn't that matured..[ don't expect that from a 13 year old girl]..at that time i was in a confused state[ like always] with a heart full of mixed feelings....i couldn't bare that sadness which i could feel everywhere.....i didn't get the intensity of things and that my life would change so much...i think we realise the importance of a person when he's no more....it was then i realised his importance and how much i miss him everyday....perhaps he's never coming back and i always regret of not having spend quality time with him when he was here....
but all this has taught me a lesson...a lesson of life time -
I remember those days when i was just 1 or 2 years old...he would come home and we would go to the park sitting on his nasty old scooter...we would also have a nice window shopping..i never had to cry or beg for something i wanted because i always got it with ease...i would also go to his office frequently and entertain him and his old friends....time passed...my parents and I shifted to a different city...but whenever i had an argument with my parents over something i would directly call my grandpa....and it didn't matter whether i was right or wrong...they both always had it....i did go to his place every vacation and then we had a blast cause neither mum nor dad accompanied me...the very first morning we would drive to a shop where you get awesome hot 'jalebees' [its a type of sweet]...then the entire day, i would be lazying around...i used to go for a walk with him every mornings at four..i know its too early but you remain active and fresh the whole day....of course i would come home and sleep again!...watering plants was my favourite house chore..except i hated those chameleons in that jungle!...i and my brother used to do all sorts of stupid stuff like playing in the sand or sometimes some other boyish games...[ i am no tom boy but i wasn't greatly into girlish stuff particularly crushes- until 10th]...
sometimes because of our naughtiness our grandpa would ran behind us with a stick[it wasn't a big stick, but he used to carry it with himself while he went for a jog in the morning..it served the purpose of self protection]...
it was all fun....but one fine day he just passed away leaving me alone...we all were in an enormous shock...well, i still am...nobody ever thought about it..he was just so fit never weak...he never even went to hospitals..it was the first and the last time he paid a visit to it.....
when he passed away..i wasn't that matured..[ don't expect that from a 13 year old girl]..at that time i was in a confused state[ like always] with a heart full of mixed feelings....i couldn't bare that sadness which i could feel everywhere.....i didn't get the intensity of things and that my life would change so much...i think we realise the importance of a person when he's no more....it was then i realised his importance and how much i miss him everyday....perhaps he's never coming back and i always regret of not having spend quality time with him when he was here....
but all this has taught me a lesson...a lesson of life time -
1)treasure everyone close to you and don't hurt them....satisfy their expectations and take care of them....you never know whats gonna happen tomorrow...
the every important lesson was to live every minute of your life cause its precious....its one thing you'll never get back once you lose it...
i started thinking deeply about everything until i was 15....my brain started working more hard and intensely....i know people think i talk too much and i can't keep secrets..that completely pisses me up...i agree i talk...but i talk too much with the people who i am comfortable with the others i don't...trust me....and as for secrets..i am a confidante of many people....truly.....i know what to speak to whom....
so lets get back...you know i still go and tell him everything...i don't hide anything and there i take a look at myself... see things from others perspective..learn something from my experiences [ a lil late though]....
really he still rocks and course lastly i miss him...
the every important lesson was to live every minute of your life cause its precious....its one thing you'll never get back once you lose it...
i started thinking deeply about everything until i was 15....my brain started working more hard and intensely....i know people think i talk too much and i can't keep secrets..that completely pisses me up...i agree i talk...but i talk too much with the people who i am comfortable with the others i don't...trust me....and as for secrets..i am a confidante of many people....truly.....i know what to speak to whom....
so lets get back...you know i still go and tell him everything...i don't hide anything and there i take a look at myself... see things from others perspective..learn something from my experiences [ a lil late though]....
really he still rocks and course lastly i miss him...