"Time is precious"...yeah...many time right from preparatory classes to college semesters,from boarding a train to delivering a project we have heard this statement. Whether time is precious or not, I really do not know,all that I know that time behaves weird at times.At times it flies,at times it stops at a moment for hours together,at times it heals,at times it hurts...
One day at my office pantry while in the queue awaiting my turn to use the microwave I realized all these different shades of time. I was the second or third one in the queue.Everyone generally has the tendency to press the "Quick start" button of the microwave,which means just 30 seconds of warming..Two people ahead of me...which makes it just 60 seconds..and I was feeling like "Oh God!!! got to wait so long!!" Thoughts flashed by.The date was Jan 12th. It was my grandpa's birthday.I was missing him since morning.I remembered his 75th birthday. Jan 12th 1998.Maa had had prepared his favorite cuisine for dinner, I had invited all his friends.I had prepared a gift for him.A diary with my poems and proses.The whole afternoon I had not let him come out of the bedroom,because I was busy decorating the hall with balloons and streamers...I remember Maa was baking the cake and I was continuously pestering her "How much more time Maa?" Finally when Maa looked at the timer and checked the cake with the needle and said "Just 60 seconds more betaa...", I was so excited...In 60 seconds, I would be holding the most delicious chocolate cake of the world in front of the world's best Grandpa...60 seconds seemed to be swwwoooossssh!!!!!
I kept the tiffin in the oven.Time had given me the wound on Oct 13th 1999...time snatched away my grandpa...and 12 years have passed by..time has healed the wounds...dadaji must be so proud of his little buchiya today...Miss you a lot Dadaji..I wish you would be here to read my "Canada Diary" :-(
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