Grandpa

11 October, 2015... Sunday.. I remember I woke up at 9am.., the earliest of all Sunday's... Grandpa was lying on the bed.. Grandma feeding him Oats slowly.. as he could gulp if down..I came and sat on the bed next to him, wished him good morning... and ate my breakfast sitting near him.. At 10 am he talked to my aunt, his elder daughter .. he was disappointed hearing that she couldn't visit us this time in summer vacations due to some reasons..

At 11 am we all mumma, dadda, brother and me..we all were watching his video of dance on my brother's Mundan Ceremony... and suddenly we heard grandma screaming..we all ran down and saw grandpa sitting on the chair, lifeless.. Daddy held his hand but the hand fell down, like a motionless object...I couldn't move... whole life went through my eyes for once,, when he used to pick me up way back home, Dancing, Laughing, learning... he just slipped out of our hands like sand... I couldn't stop the time... I was shocked and distrustful of what happened.. but it wasn't in our hands...