One Last Touch!

It was the beginning of 2019 when I met my grandfather (maternal) for the last time. His skin was leaving his body, loosening up. When I noticed this I remembered a story I had read in Murakami’s book which said that it is a sign that the person doesn’t want to live anymore. I just held his hand and hugged him more tightly not knowing that it’s one last time.

The last time I talked to him on the phone was on 13th June, 2019, his birthday. I clearly remember it was in the evening that I wished him and he picked up a fight with me for me being the last person who wished him. I don’t know if we had a talk after that but as far as I remember that was the last time.

On 5th July 2019, I was all ready for Court. I had an urgent case to file that day so I was ready a bit early. Knowing little that, I won’t be able to make it to the court that day. Mom was crying, I thought dad would have again refused to make the morning tea and she would be complaining about this what else.

But this time it was serious. She told me that Nanu was hospitalized. I left everything and said, I want to go along. Because when my dadu was in his last days, I could never meet him and that regret stays. I changed my clothes, handed over my case to an associate, and sat in the car.

Didn’t knew that when I come back things would be different. The world for me was hitting the rock bottom. 

We rushed, we drove as fast as we could but we couldn’t meet him for that one last time. He was in so much pain that he needed to be operated immediately.

The last time, I saw him taking his broken breaths was in the ICU. There was no body part of his that didn’t have a needle or a pipe inserted. I couldn’t see him like that and rushed back.

With good hope, we left in the evening to stay back at my Nani’s place. In the morning at around 4’o clock in my dreams, I saw my nanu. He was smiling and he said a goodbye. It was at that point it is said that he got two heart attacks back to back and he was no more.

I had never seen anyone dead. It was his body which I saw. It was hard to believe so I picked the cloth which covered his face. It was him. Lying there breathless. I kept my eyes on his stomach. Maybe, he is alive.

I touched him one last time before the cremation could take place. That touch would stay with me forever.  

I miss those big hugs, Man. Love you! I have an independent law office now, you used to always ask me, When ot will be there? It’s there, Now! I so very miss you if you could stand in the office and feel proud. But, yeah, I know you are in a better place. In peace, in happiness and in good health.


I love you, Daddy! You are the purest soul I met in my journey in this life.

Nikita Naiyya, Peace! ️