A Missive to My Grandfather, Narsingh Bahadur Kaura
“What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?” – W.H. Davies
Dear Pita ji,
There has never been a single day when I forgot to utter “Pita ji” or forgot to see your portrait while waking up in the morning. Today was a peculiar day. I know it has been over four years since you left to God’s abode, but I still feel your presence at times. I don’t allow anyone to open your wardrobe except your granddaughter. I’m a bit selfish, right? Well, what can I do? Your fragrance still resides in that wardrobe and I do not want it to fade away. Some of your tailor-made suits and dhotis are still there.
I really missed you today as your favourite Hindi song, ‘Gham diye mustaqil…’ was being played in the television. I couldn’t resist myself. So I made my way to your cupboard and saw your accessories calmly sitting there. I saw your spectacles… your diary… your accolades in law and politics and some old photographs. It abruptly pulled me to a different world as I traversed the flood of memories. I miss your robust voice, your presence and your aristocratic personality. Your dastaar, raftaar, guftaar (way of dressing, way of walking and way of talking) is unparalleled. Whilst I endeavour to do any task, I follow your principles and teachings. Whilst I face any challenge or fear, I hear your voice deep in my Heart, reminding me to stand up again and get ready for the race.
The humanitarian nature, excellence and valiance you had carried throughout your life stands in my mind as the quintessence of an indomitable warrior. I feel so fortunate that I was able to be with you during your last days. You have been a bit strict throughout your life, but the last days of your life introduced me with a new friend – the child inside you. I have enfolded those Golden memories in my Heart. Thank you for teaching me that life should be lived on our own set of principles, sweat and tears, because others’ shoulders are only needed for coffins to bear.
I come across many people who gladly remember your name till date. It widens my Heart with pride. I can proudly lift my head up and salute to your demeanour in the legal profession as a seasoned lawyer of Jalandhar, Punjab, India, and as a great human being overall. Your adages… your gestures… your postures… were remarkable! Sometimes, Dad and I have a competition that who would best mimic you, and we both end up losing. There was neither one before you nor one after you. You were the King of our Hearts! How I wish today you were here with us! There are times when I see your reflection in Dad. Good were those days… watching old Hindi cinema movies, listening to K.L Saigal ji’s songs, having long discussion of cases, Shakespeare, proverbs and phrases! I treasure our journey. My reverence to you is evergreen. Cheers!
I love you very much. I still feel like you’ll come out of the photo-frame and give us a hug. One day, I will make you proud. One day…
Your Loving Granddaughter,
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