Are they really lost?

 

Memories, even most precious ones fade surprisingly quickly. Hence memories should always be preserved for future and should not be let buried in sands of time.

            From childhood to till date most of the days of my life have been spent with Babi and Maa.Today I am trying to pick up some pieces of memory from the memory lane and build a block. But no word fits enough to describe them. The pen will never be able to move fast enough to write down every word discovered in space of memory. Still I would like to share some of those golden moments.

           5^th September 2011, the day I’ll never forget. Babi was on leave that day.  So I had a chance to have a sip of tea with Babi along with the whole family. We all; Baba, Mummy, Babi, me and my younger sister together had a splendid moment. But who knew that this is the last time that we are sitting together? I had to go for college; so I left. But I had to return from midway as there was heavy rain and it was almost impossible to move forward. Later that morning I was on a conversation and suddenly Mummy called me. I went outside to know what had happened and found that Babi was ill. From investigations it was found that he had a brain hemorrhage. The evening of 27^th October 2011, the next evening of diwali; I was taking rest and don’t know when fell asleep. Suddenly Mummy came and told “Get up. Babi passed away”. I could not believe my ears. I thought that it was a bad dream. I wish it were a bad dream. But Alas! It was the reality. It was just six months then that Maa had left us. In a short span of time two mishaps happened which was a jerk to all of us. With them an era is over now.

          Babi and Maa were two most important persons in my life .After Jeje (my grand father) Babi was the head of the family. No decision was taken in the family without consulting them. Their place in the family was above all aspects. With the loss of them an empty space has been created which can never be filled up. Babi was always a great support to me. He was always saying “Aim high. This will help you to move forward in life”. He was a good doctor for his patients, friend of friends, good relative and above all a nice person. What more can I write about him? He is just a man way beyond my words. And Maa; she was so loving, kind and affectionate. A good soul was dwelling in her. She completely describes the beauty of a woman. To be like her is almost impossible. For her I can only say that there is no second almighty and there can’t be a second Maa.

          Today still their voice is waving round my ears. When I see that dining table in my home, I visualize Maa serving food and hear Babi calling “Come dear. I am waiting for you…”. All of a sudden the picture gets fade and all voices go soundless indicating that they are not here. They are lost forever.

           Are they really lost? No…nothing you love is lost. Not really. Things, people …they always go away, sooner or later. You can not hold them; any more that you can hold moonlight. But if they have touched you, if they are inside you, then they are still yours. The only things you even really have are the ones you hold inside your heart and their place is in this heart. How can they be lost!