Random Mumbling : when the night beckoned

When the night beckoned

...and when the night beckoned...it was that moment of so called peace yet again...the turbulent mind was now at rest and she felt rather alone in the moment of time this time around...all that she seeked and yearned was immaterial- so she tried to make herself to believe...what she didn't want to

(dated: March 05, 2014)

Short Story : Predicament of a different thing

Predicaments of a different kind

She was stunned. He had just spoken a lot of things. She stood there listening quietly as he kept on talking, kept on ravanting. May be he wants to just let go of all that he has been holding on for too long, she thought. So, she just chose to listen. It was hard, It was tough. The words stung. They hurt. Now, her ego was getting hurt and she couldn't fathom out, why she was just standing there, listening to him as he kept on lamenting, kept on talking, kept on accusing. The pitch grew louder and all his frustration was coming out on her. After a while, he stopped. He looked at her and she was teary eyed. She wondered, if it was her fault, her fault that she allowed him to walk over her, say whatever he wanted to say. He had just hurt her sensitivity and touched her ego. He, on the other hand, couldnt believe..had he just said whatever he had said, to her? After all, she was the pillar of strength to him. Damn, is this why, they say think before you speak. She on the other hand, didn't know how to react. The point here really was, should she really say anything to him. What should she do? The words had just cut through her and scarred her deep inside. They burned and how. He was remorseful and she just stood there in dignified silence. She had two choices in front of her - To either stay there or then to walk away. At this point of time, she just didn't know what to do.

Short Story ; Trust Yourself

Trust Yourself


Let me tell you all a story. Many many years ago, there was a barren piece of land. At that point of time, mining in that area was at it's peak (not that it isn't any more) and this land was surrounded by mountains on three side and the lake on the other, down in the valley. It used to a birds paradise before but alas it wasnt any more. A lot of people, didn't invest in the valley as it was too far away from the city. It was in the middle of no where. While most preferred buying land on the top of the hill or the ridge, so to say...there was this dynamic man who preferred buying that piece of land on the valley. Everyone thought he was mad and a fool but he was undetered. You know why. - coz he had a vision. He saw, what others didn't see. He managed to bring the heaven on earth and build a paradise. It took years of labour, endless sleepless night and lots of passion and dedication but it bore fruit. More ideas were born and lives were enriched on that piece of land.The point I am getting is that, an idea may be something ridiculous at first but you never know, the fruit it will bear. All you need to do is try, retain the passion and vision in you, no matter how weary you may seem. Trust yourself.

Alfaz kuch mere : tanhayee aur khushi

Tanhayee aur Khushi ki Mulakatein

Aaj phir woh ghadee aayi, jab tanhayee ne uska darwaza khatkataya. Khushi ne bola, mat kholna....agar is baar tanhayee ne andar dastak de diya, to mera kya hoga...woh bola lekin, tanhayee to mehmaan ki tarah hain, usse kaise mana karoon? Khushi ne bola, theek hain, andar bula de lekin agar tanhayee andar aayegi to main bahar chalee jayoongee aur main nahin chahtee meri jagah koi aur le. Woh chup raha aur usne darwaza nahin khola.

Short Story : A Love Story

A Love Story

He was the typical college dude - charming, suave and ladies man. She was your girl next door, simple, docile, innocent, homely and sweet. He had intensity written on him and she had simplicity and innocence written on her.

Unknown to him, she would save all her pocket money, just so that she could buy his favourite guitar. Unknown to her, he would drop lillies and daisies at her doorstep very morning. It was their eyes that did the talking. It was the silence that said it all.They may never have expressed their feelings but they were each other support through it all.

Both she and him along with friends, would spend time together, laughing and joking at the basket ball courts.Their love was pure, timeless that only a few felt and knew. They didnt have to say it but knew what the other was going through. They both wanted to grow old with each other but fate and destiny had other plans. Get married to different people they did, but never did they stop loving each other. Love each other, they did, in their own way...

Today, the stands are not empty.... people still play at the courts, friends still come by the courts..In the kids, they see a part of them....and they remember the laughter and days of fun..a void is felt as only they are no longer there - they lie besides each other - in their graves... a guitar on his, and daisy and lillies on hers.

Short Story : Letting Go

Letting go
She ruffled his hair as he rested his head upon her lap. They both felt at peace and for them it was a moment that they both wanted to cherish for ever. Then softly she whispered into his ears. Go back home. You belong to some one else. He looked up and noticed the moist eyes. It was probably the first time, he realized that she really loved him...enough to let him go. He knew her love was selfless and somewhere he was caught in a battle of his own. Either ways, one was going to be hurt. It killed him to hurt either one of them...She smiled at him and said, its better if I am the one who is hurt. I know her pain. Go back. He noticed the pleading eyes...and he went away and she sighed as she saw him go away......if only I knew how much I meant to you. He on the other hand took one look at the closed door behind him...he closed his eyes and said a silent prayer for her.
(Dated: September 06, 2013) 

Short Story : Courage

Courage
You think they are sad seeing you sad and hurt and all broken bones. No, they are happy. They are happy because this is what they wanted. They wanted to see you weak coz they knew that you were the stumbling block on their path to success. So, do you really want to give up now. I don't think so. A hawk eye on the goal and then to pursue it with all the passion that you have, is what I taught you to believe in. And no, all is not lost as yet. Close your eyes. Imagine. What do you see. This is it. That moment that you were waiting for. This moment is going to decide how you will known for the rest of your life.
(Dated : September 22, 2013)

Random Mumbling : Alone

Alone 
She looked out of the window and could see the slums below. Sitting in her rather posh office...silence engulfed her..there was a certain void she felt seeing the scenario below...kids playing in mud, ladies lined up to fetch water, old man smoking hookies...surely, they seemed more at ease and happy and content. Suddenly, she felt a void. It was as if she had everything and yet she was all alone.

(Dated: Sept 22, 2013) 

Random Mumbling : the lil kid

The lil kid
7.30 am: A lil kid waves his mother goodbye, dressed in school uniform, he walks down the path..., waiting for the bus for him to climb up on...its again time for school......this is the time he would wish to come back, when he grows up...this is the time, he would look back with a smile in the years to come.

(Dated: October 13, 2013)

Short Story : Emptiness

Emptiness

She stood outside the hospital room and saw him through the window. There he was, lying on the bed, all bandaged up. His foot was fractured and his arms badly bruised. It would have been her there, had he not come in the nick of time and saved her. A feeling of guilt overcame her at this point of time. All their life, they were sworn enemies. In the process of competing with each other, they had forgotten how to compete with the world. He always outdid her, no matter how hard she tried. She always wanted him to reach a stage - where he wouldn't be able to move...but today, she felt empty.

Short Story : Trust & Mistrust

Trust & Mistrust 

He looked at her in shock as she kept on talking about trust and distrust. He was in a dishieveled state as realization dawned upon him, that she longer would believe anything he would have to say. No explanation, No amount of justification would do...and then came the final blow when she said - "For the sanity of the relationship that once existed, For the feelings that we once shared, let me live in peace." Without a word, he walked out of the door, never to look back again. Years passed, seasons went by..and then they met again but both were lifeless soul who were living but had forgotten how to live."

Short Story : Applause

Applause 
The act was over. The curtains was drawn. The applause had died down. Silence. Thumping heartbeats, they held their hands tightly...It was a do or die thing for them... and then is a shout - ENCORE. It echoes. That feeling, that memory stayed with them forever ....for a long long time to come. For many, it was a chance to prove themselves. For those many days, they forgot the differences. They came together. All that mattered that they needed to show, they could...and they did. Those were the days of their lives indeed.
( Dated: January 23, 2014)

Random Mumbling : Tears are like oysters

Tears are like oysters 
He wiped her tears and said, you have no idea on the value of these...these are like oysters...that precious not to be wasted on anything or any one and it were these words of his that made her stronger...to the extent that people thought she was emotionless...If only they knew of her story, may be then they wouldn't have judged her.
Dated: January 22, 2014)

Random Mumbling : Wandering Away

Wandering Away
We wonder in the silence of the night, of where to tread the path when the dawn beckons. As the sun rises, we find the answers...a melodious tune plays in our heads and we take the lead to make our own way..to start a story where we triumph through the odds.
(Dated: January 19, 2014) 

Short Story: What is love

What is Love? 

No, love isn't all a bed of roses , said the mother to her daughter. It's infact the most misused term in today's day and age despite being a pure emotion. Then what is love, said the daughter. The mother replied. It is the silent language that connects two souls and one where minds meet. The girl at that time couldn't get it and only realised what she had lost out on, in searching and yearning for true love, when he wasn't there. Alas, it was too late then. He just couldn't come back and no matter how hard she tried, he wouldn't for he was somewhere from where he couldn't return.

Short Story : Faith & Belief

Faith and Belief 

He covered his hands over her eyes and told her what do you see. The girl had a smile on her face and her face was calm. Slowly, he removed his hand from her eyes. Looking at her intently, told her, well whatever you just saw, is what you dreamt of and these dreams will come true." These words were echoing in her mind years later when she was participating at an atheltic race, 30 seconds to go and she was coming third in the race.. she closed her eyes and with all her srength ran as fast as she could. She finished first in the race, with her eyes closed and won a place for herself to participate in the state championship. Local Reporters then asked her the secret behind the closed eyes. she just winked, without letting on the secret.

Random Mumblings : What's stopping you

You know, you are the biggest fool on earth, he told her. The problem is you undermine yourself far too much and don't capitalize on your strengths. He went on - what's really stopping you, have you really pondered upon that. No. I thought as much.

Short Story : Somewhere

Somewhere..


Somewhere in this world, She was head over heels in love with him and he became the centre of her existence, to the extent she lost her identity. Somewhere, in this world, she treated him like a doormat and he forgot who he was...Somewhere in this world, friends gave up on them. They were like stones- impossible to break, head strong, stubborn, not willing to see either point of view. Meet half way. No. They were too wallowed up in their self pride. Somewhere in this world a young girl was crying buckets of tears. Somewhere, a guy was broken and didn't know how to react. His and her parents both gave their respective child a hug and said - don't worry. This too shall pass. He/she was just not that into you.

Alfaz kuch mere : Zameer aur meri mulakat

Zameer Aur Meri Mulakat

aaj phir usse mod pe khada hua tha woh, jahan bahut pehle uske wahan mulakat khushi se hue thi

woh sochta raha, ki zindagi usse kya chahtee hain usse, phir uskee mulakat uski zameer se hue. 

zameer ne bola, kyun pareshan hain dost, jab tu khud ki ko bhool gaya to jeena kaise jaanega

usne kya, main kahan bhoola khud ko. mujhse se khushi aur zindagi dono roothi huee hain

Zameer bola- jab mujhe hi beech raha pe baich diya hain tune, to tu to bahut door ki baat hain.

Short Story : Born to Fly

Born to Fly


"Life is very much like these aircraft you see, my dear boy. You see how these aircraft need people to guide them to take off and land. In the same way, the one's who help us rise are usually the ones who are there on our way down but the only difference is that they don't let us fall" The words echoed back in his mind as he gazed outside the airport window and saw the aircraft's land and take off. He wiped the tears that seemed to be forming at the corner of his eyes as he begin to think in his mind " I wonder how he will be doing. It had been years since I last saw him. The last that I saw him was when he put the epulees on my shirt before I was to fly the first aircraft. So much has changed since then"

His gaze was broken by a reflection of the book "Jonathan Livingston Sea Gull" that he saw. He looked back and saw the book at the display. As if by instict, he instantly went in that direction of the book..the images of the book being presented to him by his father. The book was the bible, and so he was told and a must for every pilot.

As he put his hand on the book, another hand came on top of his. He looked up and saw the most beautiful eyes that he had ever seen, the eyes reminded him of some one and he felt that were his mentors eyes...eyes that were telling him - What are you doing here, when you should be there inside that aircraft. 

Almost by instinct, he withdrew his hand and let the lady have the book. It was the last copy. He looked back at her, as he saw her go by. Curiosity aroused the better of him, as he followed her...and there she was, giving this book to the man - he owed this profession to. The man who always believed that he was born to fly. 

Short Story : Focus and Concentration

On Focus and Concentration

She was nervous and scared. This was the first time, she was walking on the path less travelled. It was way past her bed time and she was no where near completing her to-do list for the day. She was tired, dreary and worn out and needed a good night sleep. Strangely, sleep eluded her. A haunting flute melody could not bring her to close her eyes. As she, ventured out in the meadows, she saw a young rugged looking boy playing the flute. He kept on playing and she kept on walking, memorised by the melody. As she approached him, she looked at him very intently. The boy must have been around 6 years old....and he played with immense concentration. She got the biggest shock of her life when he opened his eyes. He couldn't speak. he spoke to her in a sign language and told her that he was sorry if he woke her up but this is what he loved doing and this is what he did when he had the time for he wanted to play the flute when he grew up...whatever he learnt was on his own for no body would be willing to teach him without any money and money was what he did not have. he asked her if she would help him. the girl was helpless and didnt know what to say. the boy smiled and started playing again and that's when the girl realised...all it requires is focus and concentration to make your career goals, a reality. 

(Dated: March 20, 2014) 

Alfaz kuch mere : bas kuch

Bas Kuch

Bas kuch hi lamhon ka woh safar tha...na woh kuch bole, na humne kuch kaha...
Bahut hi ajeeb yeh ehsaas tha, lekin pata nahin, kya unhe bhi kuch mehsoos tha

Phir ek din mulakat hue. Unhone humhain dekha, humne unhe, 
Waqt wahin tham gaya
Bahut hi haseen woh samay tha
hum main se kisse ne, kuch bhi bayaan na kiya

Pal badle, raaste mude, na unne kuch kaha, na humne..
lekin humaree khamoshi ne sab kuch bata diya...

Poem: Friends

Friends

From grey skies to sunny days
From stormy weathers to silent moon lit night
From endings to new beginnings
From a foul temper to a happy smile
You have seen through the best and the worst

From broken hearts to broken dreams
From swollen eyes to broken knees
Through despair to hope
Through breakups to patch ups
Through betrayals to trust
You have seen me go through it all

Through the smiles, joys and laughter
Through the ups and down
You loved me - the way I was

You sailed on with me in the sea of life
The anchor weakend....we drifted away
Across the shores, our connection remained

Time passed by...memories remained
Deep in our hearts, embedded the friendship stays
And we know we are all just a phone call away..

February 12, 2014

Poem : On being broken hearted

On Broken Hearted (April 15, 2008)

All of a sudden, you have taken a U - turn

A never seen before side has now emerged

Devoid of pain, denied of emotion

Leaving no room, for a thought or two

You shun me out completely

As if I am non existent commodity

And I wonder why I still like you!

I look back

At the moments spent

Of the smiles we shared

And the tears you would wipe away

The fights and then making up

All seemed worthwhile

Coz we both came around

On a common ground

On the phone, having coffee together

Looking out at the pelting rain

Or then seeing the world

Through each others eyes

All of it was so worthwhile

Talking to you took me to a different world

You were my strength, one I could call my own

With you around, nothing I feared

You were the balm that healed all wounds

And then suddenly everything seemed lost,

You left me all alone

When I needed you the most

Leaving me disillusioned

To face the world

Your voice, how I wish I could hear

The smile that existed on my face is no longer there

Tears now well up in my eyes

The pain and sadness, I can no longer hide

The old wounds come rushing by

Memories come haunting by

I wonder if you know what I am going through

It isnt easy..Its tough

but life moves on and they say thats a mustt

Straight from the heart these are wishes for you

Strange as it sounds but its true

betrayal, hurt, pain I hope you get none

I pray to god, to give you strength

Wishing you happiness and sunshine – a perfect blend

I hope to survive, on my own

taking life along, as it comes

notes to play and tunes to hum

chords to strike, I am now trying to find

and then I see your number and want to call back life

and I wonder if you would pick up, for if you answer, it would end my strife..

and then I pause and think otherwise

I put the phone away

thinking of a newer day...I put on a smile not to show my wounds

not thinking of what went wrong

cause I aint got a clue...

Deeply embedded in my heart, you shall always stay

and I lock it away keeping the keys aside

and in some portion of the heart, you shall always reside

I hope you are happy in that you do

I hope all your desires and wishes

all that you hoped for come true

I hope you carry on from strength to strength

believing in yourself and smiling on

and when you reach the pinnacle of success

Far way in a distance, I shall be smiling, cheering for you

as you would have found your place in the sun

and hopefully, you would have also found your chosen one...

Poem: Silence & Predicaments

Silence & Predicaments (April 08, 2009)

Feeling of love in his heart did seep

Promises he made, thought he were for keeps

Chances of being alive are bleak

This was a truth to him - dark and deep

Little did he know, it was all a lie

to make up for some lost time

but a lie is a lie, and to him it was told

Something that made him, numb and cold

for it was him, some one wanted around

Little did some one know, he would taken off ground

It was thought then it wouldnt matter

but it was his... whose life was shattered

He was the one away from the ones he loved

Away from them, himself he shoved

Memories with them, he wished he could churn

but its the dark truth, which caused him heartburn

causing him misery and pain

thanks to the lil lying game.

The lie with which he was decieved

the lie which he was made to believe

But come back he did, he couldnt stay away,

from the ones to whom, he promised many sunny days

So, he is finding it a bit queer

to leave them again, whom to him are very dear.

His heart to whom it belongs everyone knows

It belongs to her and rightfully so

so he wishes they make him stop

and stop he hopes, before getting out of the block

He looks at them, as he always does - to get that final shake

Only they can tell him, it was all a mistake

Only they can be his strength & joy

Only they can get rid of the ploy

Only they can help him get over the grief

Only they can make him, in himself believe

Only they can tell him, it was all a game

Only they can tell him, he isnt to blame

Only they can fade away this lie

and tell him he still has a long life

Only they can end his long strife

and ensure he is with her forever beneath starry skies

Poem : She

She (written when I was 12)

She was the elder child

nice and mild

she stood by a lonely tree
full of painful memories

She did none no harm
in tough situation she was always calm
her life was full of pain
from her eyes tons of tears had rained

She was only 78
people said she died of old age
in a long life in the run
many a hearts she had won

She saw the world wars
her life was a bore
she saw the struggle for freedom
and India go in to the hands of the british kingdom

she couldnt bear it any more
with the whole world she was sore
she wanted to die
she wanted to cry

Something made her stop
she herself didnt know what
for weeks and months
days and night
all she did was to cry

Who is this she?
seems like a mystery
Who is this she?
some one it has got to be
Who is this she?
a relation of mine

something had got to be
with tragedy she had to meet
she was taken away from all
as god had finally given her the call

oh i can see her face so clearly
her picture is on my mind vividly
how i long for her to come
oh dadi, please in my lifes long run

From the pen : Takes a man to own up

Takes a Man to Own Up  (Written in June 2000) 

ber the young men who fought day and night making sure the enemies did not enter their territory, young men who won a great war? Instead the focus was on match-fixing.

It is something that wrecked our life forever. Something that makes me wonder why does anyone play the game at all. Here are players and officials who are absolutely not in the know of sportsmanship and sportsman's spirit. I guess the term doesn't exist in their dictionary. And when the term doesn't exist in their lexicon, how can we expect them to play as a team? I mean here are players who are say and claim that they play for their land but bells ring in their ears at the sound of the cash have hope and faith say some. Tomorrow will be a brighter day say another.

Hope is a pillar that holds the world that keeps the world alive but sadly a mojority of us don't have that hope. How can we? When nobody still wants to take the blame or do something concrete. We don't have the courage of conviction in us. We don't have the guts to say "Yes we did something wrong." We let pride come in our way. We don't want to fall in our own esteem, let alone in that of others. We want to always bask in the glory and adulation and not let these times ever go by.

We can't proceed ahead, until we don't have a change in heart, a change in mind and a change in attitude. All of us have integrity, commitment, confidence, determination, human and moral values among other things imbibed in us. It takes a hero to win when the winds are against us. It takes a man to say 'Yes, I was wrong. I did something wrong and I'm sorry. It takes a man to own up a mistake. The Indian cricket team has been a hero. Is it not time it comes across a man?

From the pen: just a bird in the sky

A bird in the sky...(Written in July 2000) 

A new idea is first condemned as ridiculous and then dismissed as trivial, until finally it becomes a part of what everybody knows. 

Just a bird in the sky is how I defined an airplane in one of my kindergarten classes. Little did I know that some 16-17 years down the line I would actually be comparing it to a bird. 

As one saw the wreckage of the plane on the fateful morning of July 17, 2000, the tail of the aircraft the only part intact, it seemed as if it had its own story to tell. The navy blue and the orange colours on the aircraft's tail seemed to blend with the background of the setting sun.

More than a month into the Patna air-crash and a lot has been said and written about it.

It was supposed to be a normal day, but the news bulletin woke me up with a jolt.

A Boeing 737 had crashed, I heard in my sleep.

I awoke with a jolt wishing what I had heard was just a bad dream. But it was not. As I stared at the television right in front of me there was pin-drop silence in the room. Which plane? Alliance Air, I learnt. There was no information available on the identity of the pilots and the crew at that moment.

Fingers were crossed, prayers were said for those in the plane. But when one saw the remains of the plane, engulfed in fire, one knew there would be no survivors. Prayers, nevertheless, continued.

The plane was making a 360-degree turn when it suddenly lost height, hit a tree and crashed into a building killing several people on the ground and almost all on board. Only seven (now five) survived.

What followed thereafter was a mockery of our crisis management system, if there is anything of that description in India. The fire tenders had no foam, it was local people who helped in extinguishing the raging fire and risked their lives in helping the survivors.

Thousands of people gathered at the crash site, curious onlookers just watching the tragedy unfold -- like a new episode of a soap opera. None of the onlookers had any compassion, any sensitivity.

And even before the screams of the victims had died down, authorities were struggling to satiate hordes of journalists hungry for little crumbs of news.

"Pilot error" was the immediate reaction of the authorities. They had to pass the blame onto someone.

Unwilling to assume responsibility, unable to admit mistakes, unmindful of operational inadequacies, they were in a hurry to find a scapegoat. Let's blame the pilot... he is not there to defend himself.

Not that they did not know that an air-crash is always a combination of several events -- bad weather, mechanical fault, technical error, human error...

I for one fail to understand as to how a highly experienced pilot, with nearly 5000 hours of experience and his co-pilot with 4000 flying hours to his credit could have possibly made an error. They would surely have the basic expertise and skills to fly the mammoth bird. They would surely know how to make a simple turn.

Blaming the pilot even before the investigations had started was wrong.

The pilots were criticised for going public with their views. But what else were they supposed to do when everybody was trying to pin the blame on them.

Don't the people have a right to know? What is the right to freedom of speech all about?

Our basic problem is our attitude.

The engineers say there was nothing wrong ... 30-year-old aircraft fly all over world.

Just like human beings, machines too have a life span. Like our body starts to ache as age catches up, a machine begins to under-perform as it grows old.

So, can the pilots alone be blamed? They probably did what they thought right at that moment. One should respect them for that.

If one thought lessons were learnt after the hijack, think again. The initiative was again taken by the media which was our only source of information.

There was chaos and confusion at the airline office. An inquiry has been ordered. But we all know the fate of inquiries in India, don't we?

Indian Airlines is operating an ageing fleet. But where is the money going to come from to buy new planes? Our ground equipment is outdated. But where are the resources for an overhaul? Our airports are surrounded by hutment colonies. But where is the political will to rehabilitate them?

The inquiry may provide some answers. But will it provide a solution? Will somebody be punished? Will somebody own up responsibility? Will something be done to make sure more lives are not lost in air-crashes?

Is anybody listening? 

Poem : I wish I could have told you

I wish I could have told you, when you were alive. 

(August 2008)

It was your eyes, and the spark on your face

Not showing your wounds to the entire human race

It was your grit and your determination

That taught us to believe in our own convictions

Telling us the differences between the wrongs and the rights
In the darkness, you were the light
Helping us overcoming our fright
With you around, it was a delight

When I was growing up, you were the hand that taught me to walk
And when I was learning to speak, you were the voice who encouraged me to talk
You showed us what it meant
To love and be loved by one and all…

As a child when I used to cry
My face used to light up by your smile
You were the one to wipe our tears
And with you around, nothing we feared

When you used to hold me in your arms
All I knew was, I was secure
The value of life we learned from you
The times when we were sad and feeling so blue
You were the balm that healed all wounds

I wish I had told this, when you were alive
But I was caught in the rut of life
Still that does not excuse me, for not telling you
For not being the hands, of walking you
For not being there when you breath your last
For not being your eyes, to show the clear blue skies
Or the pelting rain or the sunny afternoons

And you are now gone, never to return
A happy and loving family, like you, I hope I can churn
With you gone, life seems incomplete
Your value, I now seem to realize
I wish I was there when you breathe your last
Feelings of guilt and regret I can not hide
If only before walking out of the door, I had said good bye

But there were suitcases to pack
And a plane to catch
And yes, I thought, you would always be around
So I thought to wait until tomorrow or day after
To let you know that we care and love you in heaps and bound…

Wish I had told this, when you were alive
But I was caught in the rut of life
Still that does not excuse me, for not telling you
Words you have always wanted us to say
So I take this moment to tell you the words
I know you must have longed to heard
Nani (and Dadi) , I love you, always have
Forgive me if you can yours loving grand child ….