LET'S WIN BY LOSING TO THE WORLD...

The house was dark.  Anita had came to visit her grandfather after 5 long years, her grandfather stayed alone here. How he must be, she thought, two days ago he didn’t respond to her call and that actually panicked her.  She loved him so much and the childhood spend in his lap were the memorable days of her life. Anita pushed the door of her grandfather’s room, calling him fondly. Deliberately putting a childish tone to her voice, ‘Dadaji….Dadaji????????? The door creaked but the greeting went unanswered . Both fumbled for the light switch, but couldn’t find it. Rahul used the light from his mobile phone to locate the charpoy in the far corner of the room. Someone lay on it under the blanket.

Anita moved the blanket and a face came into view. The eyes were closed. Rahul put the back of his hand near his nostrils and nodded, indicating that he was breathing. But he had fever. Anita sat down on the floor, her palm soothing the forehead of the old man. Minutes later, having found a glass of water, Anita sponged his hands and forehead. After an hour he opened his eyes and smiled.

“Tell me Anita, am I dead or is this a beautiful dream?” he mumbled and closed his eyes again. Anita began to cry, her hand resting by her grandfather’s side.

In the morning , when Rahul got the village doctor, he pronounced the old man dead. He had been gone for atleast 12 hours, he said. Anita broke down once again, crying  like a child. Later , when no one was looking she climbed the terrace, just in time to catch the glimpse of the sun rays. She closed her eyes and words came out through her distressed mind as she felt the soul of her grandpa near her,

Let’s win

By losing to the world-

For better

For stiller

For happier

Times of those we love…..

She hadn’t spent enough time with him and before she could he was gone…….where no living soul could reach……..