I MISS YOU KOKA

By Hiyanoo Manash Baruah

"Who is she?" the nurse standing beside asked; & you replied holding my hand close to your heart & kissing it..."my grandkid, my Life…" 

I was so glad thinking that you have started recovering now & will take you home soon! But little did I know that those were your last words to me... 

The next day when I entered the ICU I was more excited to talk with you since this time I had something special for you.. I had clicked few of your favourite old pics to show you in my mobile… But my smile completely faded when I saw you surrounded by many doctors that day.. They said that the sodium level in your body has dropped down & it has stolen away your consciousness… I kept visiting you every half an hour but barely did you respond to your favourite word "Koka"... But I didn't loose hope..I was sure you will talk to me soon again..

After 10 long days you gained some bit of consciousness but only to look at me & cry.. You could barely utter any word.. We both could just stare at each other with tears in our eyes…it was love for each other I believe…a fear of losing each other forever...

They say that the 1st word a child utters in their life is "Maa" but my Maa says I uttered "Koka"... 
You are my life too Koka! Barely can I imagine a day without you in my life.. When the world asks me about making children after marriage, you ask me "So how's your new job? Are you enjoying it? Work hard & flourish!" & I proudly said to the world '"That's my Grandpa! When are you guys going to change your thoughts?"

Each time I landed Guwahati, I am so much used to rushing to your place directly from the airport & hold your eyes from the back to surprise you as you sit on your favourite chair reading a newspaper… I never knew how you always knew it's me…

Your reply would always be…"My heart, My Hiya"  A loud laughter we shared & you ask "Ketiya ahila? (When did you come?)"

Since day before yesterday I am just wondering & asking myself that how would I feel and how do I overcome the sharp pain when I see that chair vacant from now on ...

Tears rolls rolled down my eyes when I share my feelings again…
I really miss him...

Our sincere thanks to you all for the immense respect you have given him...


About the contributor: The author, Ms Hiyanoo Manash Baruah is an Optomologist… did his studies from Pune and currently based in Mumbai. She is the 1st grand kid of renowned journalist of Assam Late Tilak Hazarika. She was named by him and extremely dear to him.




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