“Kamli” that’s what my nanu used to call me or calls me as
my heart still refuses to accept that it will never happen again.
My nanaji , maternal grandfather or daddy as we call him,is/was one of the gentlest souls I have ever seen in my life. All he ever spread in his
life is/was goodwill and blessings. It is because of the same that everyone who
knew him smiles when they talk about him.
I have not been to his house since he left us, maybe that
way a tiny part of my heart is keeping him alive for me. Maybe if I don’t go ,
he would call and say in his usual tone ‘ Kamli, kab aayegi?’ And I would give
the same reply , “jaldi…dukh sukhh bantne.”
It’s not easy to accept that you will never call me again
Daddy…
It’s not easy to accept that nobody will call me kamli
again…
It’s not easy to accept that I will never see you again…
It’s not easy to accept that we will never see your innocent
smiles…
It’s not easy to accept that you would never (fake)scold us
for making ruckus at midnight ..
In truth daddy it’s not easy to accept you are not there…
There will never be call when I would hear…”Kamli, kab
aayegi?”
P.S – I went to his place …. Unable to accept he isn’t
there…finally made some sort of peace with myself.
Though you will always be missed, though there always will
be a place empty in the family photograph…but Daddy we will remember you with a
smile because that’s what you gave all of us and keep in mind that you never
held a grudge..so though I am upset with you for leaving us…no grudges…
Rest in Peace Daddy, your family is safe and blossoming in
the blessings you send our way.
Kamli – an endearing way of calling a girl “slightly mad or
carefree”.
