I'm here because I lost my granny, 2 years ago. What I miss the most is, How fondly she would recollect her past & narrate it to me, with a toothless laughter. Be it those days when she was rusticated from school for being absent for long; getting married at the age of 13; living to the fullest with the least...
Or the times when my grandpa, as strict as he was, would be romantic with her. All the memories we shared came alive with so much of innocence, that they are etched on my soul.
I'm here because I lost my Father, 10 years ago. What I miss the most is, The way he used to say "Action!".
My father was an ad-film director. The feeling when he used to say "Action!" can't be put into words. It was like the whole world will act according to his direction, made me feel very proud and happy.
I'm here because I lost my Grandmother, 2 years ago. What I miss the most is, The 'Pallu' of her 9 yard saree. My grandmother was a typical Maharashtrian lady. Always clad in 9 yard saree, jewelry and with a warm smile on her face. She used to look like a queen.
As a kid whether I had to wipe my face or play hide and seek with cousins or sleep on her lap, her 'Pallu' was always a great help. whenever I open her cupboard to find her old sarees, I meet my grandma again through the 'Pallu'.
I'm here because I lost my Naanu, 18 years ago. What I miss the most is, He used to bring us breakfast every Sunday.
He also got me these sweet and sour candies called Chatar Matar. My father never liked that I ate those because I was only 6 years old, and was not encouraged to eat junk food. But Chatar Matar was too good to say no too!