Imagine that grandfather comes to the city. Write the conversation between grandfather and you as a conversation.
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Grandfather: Cities are very populated and polluted as compared to villages and towns.
Me: Yes grandfather, you are right. I want to come and live with you in a pollution free environment.
Grandfather: But our village has no good school for you to study. How can you come there?
Me: Only that's the problem. I will surely come to the village when I complete my studies and get a good job.
Grandfather: Okay, my grandson. Till then study hard and gain success so that you can modernise our village too like any other city.
This is a real conversation
All conversations happen in Tamil but I will write them in English.
Me - 2 years old | Him - 60 years young.
Me- Nanaji, I want to go on a ride.
(Picks me up and puts me in the carrier basket attached to his cycle. He had made two holes so that I could put my legs through).
Him- Sure. There you go. Let's go now!
Me - 10 years old | Him - 68 years young
Me- Nanaji, I need a swing.
Him- Okay. I will make one for you.
(Next day I found two ropes and a piece of wood tied to a tree. A swing I had asked, a swing and lots of love I had received).
Me - 14 years old | Him - 72 years young.
Me- Nanaji, are you free?
Him- Yes dear.
Me- Ok. I'll get the carrom board and the coins.
After he set the coins-
Him- You go first.
Me- Why?
Him- Because you are fair and I'm dark.
Then, I never knew why he said so. Now I do. Had he started the game, I would have never got the striker. A state player :D.
Me - 16 years old | Him - 74 years young.
I was playing gully cricket and the ball fell in the neighbouring house. My neighbour was out of town.
Him- Don't worry, I'll get it.
Climbs over the wall, slips and falls down. Skull cracked and blood all around. All my friends run away. I start crying, run inside and call my mother. He was rushed to the hospital. 10 stitches and head fully bandaged. It pained a lot. And I was crying profoundly. I cursed myself to have hit that six. That shot which I felt so proud of did not seem so much good now.
Me- Sorry Nanaji.
Him- Don't be sorry child. That was an amazing shot.
Me (still crying)- Is it paining?
Him- Pain is inevitable my child.
Me (hugging him) - I will never make you climb any other wall from now.
Him (smiling) - Do you think I'm weak?
Me- No. But I don't want you to die because of me.
Him (still hugging me)- But I will eventually die. No?
Me- NO!
Me - 18 years old | Him - 76 years young.
Him (handing over a chocolate) - Here!
Me - But mom said no chocolates.
Him- I know you are on your periods. Have it.
Me (smiling) - How do you know?
Him (winking at me) - You didn't come downstairs today.
He stayed on the ground floor and my grandmother was a conservative one. On my periods, I would skip going downstairs as if I did, I would have to follow her rules. I wouldn't be allowed to touch things, should sit in one place, isolated etc.
The day my grandmother died, we did not tell him the truth as he had a massive fits attack. A day later, we disclosed the truth.
Everyone was crying as it was unexpected death.
Me- Nanaji, are you okay?
Him- So finally I got rid of her?
Me- Nanaji!
Him- Death is inevitable my child. Do not cry. Feel happy that she left this world without suffering, without any pain.
Me- But Nanaji....
Him- Come here.
I hugged him and cried. He cried. We cried and slept on his bed.
Me - 20 years old | Him - 78 years young.
He was now bed ridden. I would go to him every morning before leaving to office and every evening after coming back home.
Me- Namanste.
Him- Namaste? What do you want? Why this extra love?
Me- It's your birthday today. Here, a gift.
Him- I'm 60. Birthday celebrations aren't for me.
Me-Who told you so?
Him- Your grandmother.
Me- Did she make you her special cake?
Him- No.
Me- Oh she did. She was waiting for me to come home.
Him- Why did you get late in office?
Me- There was work, lots of work.
Him- Okay. Get the cake, we'll cut it now.
He lost his memory. 60-80 years completely erased from his brain. It meant that I was still a 4 year old baby for him. And his wife was alive.
But who became his wife?
I was his daughter and his daughter was his wife. That's how we kept my grandmother alive.
Me - 21 years old | Him - 80 years young.
Me- Nanaji.. Nanaji... Nanajiiii...
No response.
Me- Nanaji, open your mouth and speak.
No response.
Me- If you don't speak now, I will walk away. See!
No response.
My mother (crying)- He is gone. He is gone...
Me- He can't!
Him- ________.
That's me. And him. Our love. And our story.
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