Thakurma dearest

I guess learning to say thakurma was perhaps one of the first few words i had learnt when my fuzzled little brain was trying to input a vocabulary into my grey cells.......................and i sort of have a feeling that i must have repeated this word atleast a few zillion times in the next 20 years of my life since then.From the morning till the time i went to sleep it was always thakurma this and thakurma that. She was everything to me from a friend,a confidante, a granny,a person to play pranks on,someone to fight with for no apparent reason,a chef from whom i could demand endless delicacies to be prepared at the drop of a hat....but most importantly someone whom i could love and knew would love me back fault and all.

Hence when she passed away on 10th march 2007,it felt as if a part of me had become numb............till the last moment before they took her body for cremation i held on to her hand as i had often done in the past........with the hope that maybe she will wake up........or maybe someone present around would tell me that this was some big stupid joke and we will all laugh about it together.But nothing miraculous happened and i was left to collect the last few images and memories of her frail little body.

A few days after she left us i came upon on these words which seemed to reflect exactly what i felt so i decided to insert it in this post:-

I can't hear your laughter,I can't see your smile
I wish we could talk again if only for a while.
I know you are watching over me,seeing everything that i do
And though you'll always be with me,I will always be missing you.

You taught me life is much too short and at any time it could end
But no matter where you are you'll always be my friend.
And when it's time for me to go you'll be there to show me the way
I wish you could still be here but i'll see you again someday!