Gone with the wind.

In memoriam

My dearest Naani.

Is no more.

She was..

Girl uninterrupted from Banaras. Wife of a firebrand architect. Mother of five hellraising kids. A great mother-in-law for their spouses. A patient granny to their kids. Occasional hardware store(failure) owner, chicken farmer(failure with a terrible stink as well). Never-give-upper, kind to a fault, never cribber if there are such words..

The one from whom I draw all my principles, ability to face difficulties head on, Follow the harder right, and a conscience which predominantly says: be kind.

She fought death for three years, braved pain, needles, hospitals, dialyses surgeries.

Fiercely independent till her last, stubbornly refusing help, she endured an agony that would’ve brought able men on their knees.

Pursuing my selfish lifestyle, someone for whom I couldn’t do much. Which I regret and always will. Though I try and live by what she expected of me.

I pay homage to this deserving warrior. To an uncompromising conscience, an undomitable spirit, and most importantly, a kind heart.

And hope that someday, I’ll make her proud.

I loved you Naani. And I always will.