My Grandfather was ill and its been more than 15 years since I have been to my village in Northern Bihar.
It was such an emotional journey, some things just don't change.
Some times they just become better, as they grow old.
Some eyes will alway recognize you, no matter how long you have been away.
Few memories will never fade, and few people you will always remember,
and they will tell stories about you that you never knew,
How you were chased away from a sugarcane field when you were 5 year old,
and you broke your leg and promised God never to go out with telling your granny.
Few legs will never get tired, they will be always young to show you around,
as they alway did when ever you visited.
There eyes were wet when you came and were wet when you left.
But they have a hope that you will come again.
A hope that you will keep the family close and one like always.
A hope that you will never forget the place you were born and keep visiting.
A hope that you will be there to give a shoulder,
when they start there last journey.
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3 comments:
hmmm...ain't hope what life is all abt...hope of a better tomorrow the one which includes everything n everyone we want.
Somehow I expected a longer post from you on this with mention of all those stories and mysteries unravelled during your trip but I guess as usual your habit of being economical with words got better of you.
Great Post!
Looks like you had great time. Where are the pics?
- Tarun Chandel
I believe respect and love are the bare essentials we can give to the people who helped us, held our hand, provded us the warmth of their love while we were growing. Its the loan of love which we need to repay with interest...
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