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I still remember

June 19, 2012

How much she cared for me
How much she loved me
How much she encouraged me
How much she teased me
I still remember.

The way she combed my hair
The way she applied powder to my face
The way she cooked my favourite dish
The way she held my hand while crossing the road
I still remember.

How much she took me everywhere
How much she sent me everywhere
How much she made me sing
How much she sang with me
I still remember.

The days we both went out to eat
The days we both sat in the balcony
The days we travelled in an autorickshaw
The days we both cried together
I still remember.

The way she prayed everyday
The way she popped pills everyday
The way she suffered silently everyday
The way she faced life boldly everyday
I still remember.

The excitement she showed when she saw an uninvited guest
The contentment she showed when she served others
The satisfaction she experienced after visiting a temple
The happiness she showed when someone remembered my father
I still remember.

The tears in her eyes
The smile on her face
The right palm covering her lips shyly
The soft voice
I still remember.

The generosity
The humility
The shyness
The broad-mindedness
I still remember.

The pain she underwent during the last three days of her life
The suffering she underwent during the last three days of her life
The agony she underwent during the last three days of her life
The loneliness she underwent during the last three days of her life
I still remember.
I still remember.
I still remember.

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A post dedicated to my father

I don’t remember

May 18, 2012

Was he in my team while playing Carrom that Saturday?
Was he playing white or black?
Who hit the last shot of the game?
Who won the final board?And the match?
I don’t remember.

Did he share a joke?
Did he scold me? Or did he give me a stare?
Did he pat me on the back?
Or did he smile at me that Saturday?
I don’t remember.

Did I say anything to him?
Did I ask anything?
Did I smile at what he told?
Or did I get angry at him that Saturday?
I don’t remember.

What did he say to me?
What did he ask me to do?
What did I give him?
What did he give me that Saturday?
I don’t remember.

What did I have for dinner with him that Saturday?
Where did he take me that Saturday?
What did I watch with him on TV that Saturday?
What song did he ask me to listen that Saturday?
I don’t remember.

Did he ask me to sing?
Read?
Write?
Or learn something new that Saturday?
I don’t remember.

Did I cry when he left me the day after Saturday?
Did I control my tears?
Did I sit still and benumbed?
Did I get angry? Was I shocked?
I don’t remember.

Has anyone showered me the same affection like HIM?
Has anyone motivated me like how HE would?
Has anyone corrected me like how HE would?
Has anyone ever understood me like how HE had?
I don’t remember.

Twenty Three years since he left me
Has there been a day
when I have not missed him?
And has there been a day
that I have written about him so much?
I don’t remember.
I don’t remember.
I don’t remember.

Tribute to C Ashwath

December 30, 2009

Contribution: Shwethapriya
Design: RK