A tribute to Khargeswari Choudhury
Tears welled up my eyes when I got the saddest news of my life that my grandma, Khargeswari Choudhury, passed away. It was February 20, just after my school got over, this news crawled up my ears. I was in a dumbfound state. The news was clear and it was the truth. I found it hard to swallow the fact that my maternal grandma was no more in this world. Tears unceasingly rolled down my cheeks. A blank face, an empty soul, an emotionless me was just seizing a chance to prove this news wrong, but only until the cold, motionless body lied in front of me. I felt sick. I could not believe my eyes. Was it really the truth or was I having the worst nightmare of my life? I pinched myself. No it was the truth and I needed to pluck up the courage to accept the reality. It was a rancour feeling for me.
There are no words to describe the kind of person my grandma was. I was truly, deeply in love with her personality. She had a ravishing soul, she was a meticulous person who never meant any harm to anyone. She had a good sense of humour and anyone would love to spend hours and hours talking with her. She was as sweet as cake, as warm as a sweater, as loving as my mother, her voice jingled like Christmas bells, but now she is gone like my childhood. I have spent so much time with her that she is deeply rooted inside my heart. I still remember whenever I made mistakes she used to pardon all my mischief and asked me to rectify those and not repeat it again. But, unfortunately it’s a past now and that I can’t touch her, I can’t spend time with her. But, even if her physical presence might not be felt, she will forever remain immortal in my heart. She left me but the moments we spent together which are now the beloved memories will always be there with me. I believe that she is there somewhere, somewhere in the sky shining as brightly as she did on earth. I want to call out loud to her and say, “Grandma, you were my role model. Was it necessary that you had to leave us so soon? Even if your death is a grievous blow to my life, I promise that I would never let you down and that one day, I will make you proud of me.
On this day of Adya Shraddha, I wish that God give her eternal rest and that a good soul like her has ascended to heaven.