Human life is a paradox, composed of joys and sorrows. If today we are happy, tomorrow we may be sad and vice versa. There are times when life seems to be radiating wit the splendor of success, everything seems to be dressed in sprinkling joy, while there are some moments when life becomes so sad that they leave a trace of it for the rest of our life.
The saddest day of my life was probably the day my grandmother passed away.
Not only was she my grandmother, but she was my best friend, and with whom I spent maximum time when I visit my village with family in summer vacation and Puja holidays or when she comes to us. She shares her life experiences when she was a kid like me, speaks many stories and shared happiest moments of her life. Usually I get upset and long for these days when I depart from her. I remember everything about her, most of them are good things, the thing that I’ll never forget is how she shows her affection towards me as the youngest member of my family.
Everything was great and we lived in a peaceful world. Until a horrible thing happened and everything changed.
That was Monday. Papa was at office, around 11.30 AM he telephoned to Mama. He was terribly crying on the telephone as Mama was describing the incident. My grandma takes her last breath at 10 AM. And we had to board the train from New Delhi to our village on the same day at 04 PM.
My Papa was completely broken down in both mind and body. An immense sadness in his heart. I have never seen him such a state till now. From our residence till to our village the 24 hors long journey was probably the most lonely journey filled with despair, helplessness I have ever had.
My grandma had been paralyzed for last few months. Papa along with family had last visited to our village 03 months before. She sat in the chair for whole days. She wept severely when we reached near her . she could not even speak a word in a heavy heart. She called me, although she was not able to speak to me, however, I could feel every iota of her heartbeats. When we returned to Delhi she was broken down in sorrow. Papa assured her to come back whenever she will need us. Alas, who knows that was the last time I saw my grandma my best friend, she embarrassed me and wept like a kid. I still remember her face when we bid a farewell from her.
I knew that I would have an angel watching over me and my family, but I had lost my best friend. Since that moment until now, I only have memories of my grandma of whom I spent great times in my life with. That day was the saddest in my life.