Saying good bye to my Granma..


I was too tired to fight with my Mom when she invited me to visit her house . It was easier to give in.

It has been over 9 years . I had been in the third term of my pregnancy when my Granma passed away . If I wanted , I could have gone then to see her for the last time . But I didn’t. More than the complications that may arise I wasn’t ready to accept the loss. I thought she will live forever in my mind if I didn’t see her lifeless face . I didn’t do any rituals for the fear of losing her .

More than just the first baby grand daughter, I was born as a relief to her untimely widowhood. I have heard my Aunts saying that she started to laugh again  only after my birth . She was so dear to three of us ( my brother and sister ) .

Even after her death I didn’t want to lose her love . So I made an imaginary box and kept her safe in my mind . Never said Good bye . I saw her in my dreams . Very much alive. Only that her hands were ice cold to touch .

They were not nightmares. A grand mother talking to her grand daughter . But seeing dead people in dreams is considered ominous .

I asked my Mom about the rituals that has to be done even though I could not quiet understand how people will be relieved from bondage just by chanting Mantras . There should be more to it.

So Yesterday when my Mom asked me to go with her I braced up. May be because of the tiredness that follows three- four days of continuous journey I was in a susceptible mood. Shallow and bare .

In the house the old rooms had been altered .  But I could see through it just as in olden days. I sat on my Granma’s bed where three of us had cuddled together as kids listening to her stories and the lightening and thunder . I could feel her beside me . I sat on the parapet where she has mouth fed us umpteen times in the evenings while we played .

And I broke down . I cried for her. Something I didn’t dare to do before . I realised that the lovely woman who had been there would never come back . She would never again answer our calls. She would never come hurrying to welcome us . There wouldn’t be any bear hugs and farewell kisses . She has disappeared . Just like that .

The hot tears that streamed down my cheeks cooled my heart . It was easy to hide them in the darkness .

On our way back home I could feel the calmness in my heart .  It dawned on me that eventually I have bid good bye to her in my own way. And in some way to the young girl who had spend her holidays there . I realised the rituals are not for the ones who have left . They are very much for the ones left behind. To say goodbye to the dear ones who have gone , to accept and acknowledge the loss and to move on with life .

My childhood and teens have passed away and they have made me what I am now. I can’t preserve them forever .  I can’t carry them any more. After years of effort I have relented and let them pass through me . And I feel light as a feather . Ready to take in the world .

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8 responses to “Saying good bye to my Granma..

  1. Oh akka!!! very touching akka… i realise how much we miss achiyamma!!!

  2. oh akka..no words for this post..achiamma is still a frequent visitor in my dreams n those dreams r really so close to my heart..

  3. n u remeber tht song she always used to sing tht bring tears to our eyes even as kids..i cud vaguely remember it as something related to rain n boat but cud still feel tht heaviness in heat which I felt as a kid..love u achiamma..luv u always…n im sure u’ll be there with us for unni’s marriage to bless the new couple…

  4. Such a beautiful post, Ash. You’re so right.. the rituals are for the ‘left behind’, not for the ones who have left.

  5. hi Pal , Thanks for the word . Hope you won’t mind if I edit it that way 😛

  6. Ofcourse don’t mind 😉 Most happy to have helped 🙂

  7. Nice tribute to your grandma. She must have been a gem!

  8. Hi Shiju , Welcome to my blog .
    She sure was 🙂 Not even a day passes without thinking about her 🙂

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