The Oldest person in my LIFE...

Sometimes from far off he came on the cycle…the tall figure was often visible from a distance. Impatience, a virtue I had since my childhood. I being a kid tried to put my head out of the window to see how fast he paddled his cycle to reach his family.  I studied in primary section. I was always busy in capturing small little moments, most intrinsic part of life.

Very often I was scolded as I playing around here and there. They called me immature.  A question that arose in my mind was that, “What is maturity all about??”Is it being thoughtful always or doing the right things in the right moment. I didn’t have time to think over anything. I was a fickle minded kid playing around. I ran through the rooms and corridors, playing around and making everyone feel my presence. At the perfect time I was again standing at the window to see the green cycle speeding up from the corner of the lane to reach us as soon as possible.

Most of the afternoon passed while I was waiting for his arrival. Various sounds caught my interest. I tried to quench my curiosity as I tried to locate the sounds that sprang from far off places. Sometimes it was a van making a huge sound while it was rolling down the rough road, the ice cream seller often banged his desk to break the silence of the afternoon, a vendor with colorful items struggled down the road trying to make his living while blowing his vehicle`s horn. I was awake and with ample of patience I waited for him.

Ages have passed .I have grown up but still I feel my childhood coming back whenever I see him. I have the same feelings and respect for him. There have been ups and downs in my life. There had been a lot of problems, some were trifles and some had been like the huge mountains crushing me. But he had always been there. He had always been there with a patient ear, helping me to grow along the edges of life, helping me to fight when the waters of life were violent and merciless. I have learn from him to persevere in everything.

There had been the incidents which had shaken me mentally and broken me into pieces. But he was there holding me up and making me stand upright to face the challenges of life. He caught me in the midst of all odds. I was shattered when I lost my father. But he was there as a constant support and a motivator. His confidence on me helped me to fight the battle of life. I have learn along the path.

His confidence made me to work hard and fight against all odds. I admired him. He was the person who knew exactly what my capabilities were. He was always a mirror who showed me what I am. I became better with the passing time. With every little success that I achieved, he became more proud of me.

But today as I am about to get the fruits of my hard work, he is suddenly gone. I feel that there is no reason to earn success any more. My confidence of making the “IMPOSSIBLE” to “POSSIBLE” is because he believed in me and trusted me. I lost him and it’s the ultimate nature who had taken him. My grandfather is no more and I am sure to miss him in my life.