After their visit to our home in my village, Grandpa, Grandma were returning to Thiruvenkata nagar, It was an afternoon, I hardly remember others accompanied with them and the year of this event. As I was carried over by my Mom I started whimpering, eyes were filled with tears. Finally my Mom managed to cheer me up before that evening. I was a child then.

Today 1st Jan 2006, I’m remembering the same day of the year 2005, I am at my 25th year, at this age I am able to interpret the happenings around me in positive ways and matured too. That day I cried out once again for my Grandpa. Having his memories in mind I was crying for me and for my Grandma. This time I was in Thiruvenkata nagar mourning his death.

I realized the power, the pain of love after the farewell(at college hostel) day. I  strongly felt the sadness.

All the Good things for which I became/become/will become the cause are dedicated to my Thaththa(grandfather), Ammamma(Grandmother) and Aththai(Aunty-Father’s sister).