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Growing up as an only child of parents who had eloped from home and tied ‘the knot’, I grew up mostly alone, not knowing the bonding and the friendly fist fights with my siblings, not knowing what it felt like to piggy-ride my uncles, not knowing the pleasure of sleeping in a granny’s lap her lullaby paving the way to my dreams.

Walking home from school, the water bottle dangling on my neck, talking to every plant on the way, kicking every stone on the road, the 5 minute path for any normal kid took me more than double the time to reach my home. That day, walking home on a similar fashion, I saw an old man sitting on one of the shop verandahs eating groundnuts. In love with hot groundnuts and curious about old people with wrinkled skin, I went closer to examine the man’s face and he offered me a handful of groundnuts. This small exchange developed into a strong friendship, as the days passed, our relationship too got stronger. I knew not where he lived or who he was, he never asked me who I was, what I did. It was a simple relationship founded on trust and mutual love. He used to call me ‘baby’ for he never asked me his name, nor did I tell him mine.

One exceptionally sunny day as I found my dadu, for that was what he wanted me to call him, sprawled out on the verandah of the same shop where he always used to wait for me. What was strange is, he always knew when I would come and would sit up and look out for me, but today, he was lying down, “maybe he is asleep” my little head said. But I never realized it then, that he was asleep, and that he would never wake up again.

Was it the twist of fate or some strange planets had aligned themselves in a pattern never seen before, I could never be sure of. But it was strange, the way I met my dadu, the way I became his baby, and strange way he left me, without saying good bye. 



PS: I have not been able to title this post, so that should explain the three dots... 

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  1. Very touching. I can relate to that, as we have also eloped from home and tied the knot and we have our little angel just turned one recently :)

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    1. Hello Mr. Jahid,
      Thank you so much for taking time out to read through my post.
      Hope your little angel brings in a lot of happiness and good cheer to your family :)
      God Bless...

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  2. Three dots explain more than any other word could have managed here. Loved it.

    Superbly written. You managed to touch the chords more than few times. A poignant tale told expertly.

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    1. Hello Mr. Deepak,
      I appreciate you took time off to read through my post.
      I was really confused as I could not name my post anything, my emotions could never be brought out properly merely by a few words.
      Your words are too kind and I am grateful to you.

      Thank You :)

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