By Likhitha
It was an evening of the month of December last year.The eve was filled in cold and isolation of warmth, arising the depth of waves in soul.The trip was too long to sit in one place and stream through the window of cold winter,which made the plant life more vividly melancholic and there were no bloom of vibrant array of coloured flowers. This trip was not for fun or change but an emotion to our family, as after many years we were going to meet our grandparents.My heart and soul weighs so heavy as the land and roads of my native breed the reminiscence of my granny’s presence. The sky was overcast with clouds and chilly winds were blowing.The gaze of arctic temperatures freezing throughout our way freezes my veins and frosty thoughts clots my granny’s picturesque.It reminds her engrossed beauty which flips instantly across the screen of my moisty eyelids.
Every cold swirl movements of wind brings down my heart rate, but every time when my father breaks in and awakes that “we are about to reach our native”.The word “native” brings up my muddled visions and life about my juvenile,immature,youthful moments with my granny.Her ingenious smile calls around my deflective heart to strike the frosty nostalgia.
With expeditious wait we reached our native,the fragrance of jasmine grown in the house backyard were scattered all around the firamement.My soul floated to an uncomprehending patience to see my granny.She was standing near the door with a colourful embroidered scarf around her neck which was my first gift .My heart exalted into heights and ran into her warm arms.The warmth of her love was no match to the warmth given by blankets and quilts.Everybody was shivering due to cold but my blood rushed throughout my body with peak of happiness loaded by my granny’s hug.
The day continued with cold, not only we could not visit the fields but also could not take a refreshing brisk walk with my granny as the storms were accompanied with heavy rain.But the rest of the day I was sharing my happy moments spent in school and was showing my written poems,stories and songs to my granny.My granny chuckled and said “my baby has grown up!”, with pride in my eyes I replied“Yes,I am and now I am capable to protect you”.She chuckled and said that “I know you will protect me and love me because you are my beloved granddaughter”.Her words softened me to hug her but suddenly she arose and asked me “What will you do if I am not around you?”. I had no answer for that moment because I did not know what she was speaking and what to interpret as I never thought about it.
The next morning was humid with partial warmth of the sun as it was hidden in pale dark blue clouds.It was the perfect time for a casual stroll,but the fields was empty of people,everyone were busy with their household chores .Some cut direct paths through the fields to finish the chores before the chill rains shower,but none were taking in the scenery.My granny came out for rounds to check the farmland,I followed her.She was enjoying the changing of seasons and asked me to appreciate the beauty around ;she pushed me through the wetland and said to feel the breeze swirling,observe growth of young flourishing plants,the young body should not be in waste-dance to the music of nature which flatters your heart and should always remember to thank the land as it gives you life by enduring pain.My granny trained me about how to be a gardener and a nature lover.The day was splash of fulfillment and happiness.
Anticipating for another joyful day with my granny.Woke up early in the morning and rushed to her room.She was sleeping with a cheerful smile on her face.Climbed on the bed to wake her up but when I touched her hands it was freezed like a stone.I thought she was pranking me and was constantly trying to wake her up by calling her nicknames and tickling her feet but no sign of a laughter.Then ran towards the kitchen and told my mother that “granny is mad at me,what to do ” and my mom chuckled “No,she is not dear.Come let us go and give her this hot coffee.”.We went to the room and my mom touched her hand to wake up .Then she started to check her breath and suddenly started to rub her hands.After a while she bursted with tears and everyone gathered around in the room .I stood silently in the corner of the room and was devasted about what is happening.Then told my father to wake granny as she had promised me to take to the flower garden near our village lake.He cried and told me that she is no more around us.
That day for the first time I felt the actual grief of my universe scattered.Her absence made me silent for hours.The rain in my eyes wet my heart.The only thing left was her ashes of love.Eventually she drowned me into nostalgia of her memories and anticipating for her so that I can stand beside her radiance of love and warmth forever .That day made me learn the importance of a being,especially when they are no more to listen or feel the emotion we share and to really appreciate the change of seasons.
By Likhitha
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