Hey there… Did you have a good day ? Mine was nice, a bit emotional. I was travelling by bus today. A journey of about 2.5 hours only. I took the window seat, as usual. I always try to sit on the window side seat because this way I can ignore the rest of the whole world. I can look at the outer world, which seems so beautiful in fast-forward motion, you don't want to miss any scene. I don't want to even look at the face of the person sitting beside me. Forget about talking, introductions and small conversations. 

I was so lost in myself, enjoying every word of one of my favourite retro songs “Raat kali ik khwaab main aayi….!!” The bus stopped at a bus stop. An old man came on the bus to drop a lady, maybe his daughter.. She greeted him saying goodbye and the old man leaned down slowly to touch her feet, the lady took a step back, resisting, stopping him from doing this, smiling, joining her hands to give him respect, holding his shoulders to make him stop doing this. At that very moment, I switched to some other thought, a deep memory of my late Naana ji. Howwww much I miss him. Sometimes I dream of him. I remembered the days when we were small and used to visit him in our vacations. Those days were so much fun. Those days were like the living days, now I don't feel the same, as alive as back then. This scene again played in front of my eyes (years ago). We went to Naana ji's house to spend our summer vacation. We had a lot of fun. I remember the Barf ka Gola vala man ,he had so many flavours on his stall. And he was the only man to attract a mass of kids. Naana ji would give us 5 or 10 rupees daily to go and enjoy that barf ka gola. He would feed the dogs, cats, birds, crows, and squirrels every single day after worshipping. He was a really kind person. I have never seen any other man like him in my entire life. 

Today : I recalled this memory of him. How he would slowly lean to touch my mother's feet(i.e, his daughter) with his super weak and trembling hands with a wide smile on his face,big glasses, and small white beard, wearing only light shade clothes, having a stick in his other hand to support his body, to get ease in movement. And my mother would take a step backwards, stopping naana ji from doing this, saying loudly “ arey pita ji, nahi rehne do naaa, bass bhi karo”. And then he would laugh slowly, putting his wrinkled hands on her head, blessing her, words would come out of his mouth (we would have to pay great attention to listen to him) “ khush raho betaaa, jaldi aana”. I almost had tears in my eyes, but I managed to stop them from rolling down my eyes, somehow.I relived that scene, again, it felt so real. The bus horn stopped me to go deep into the flashbacks of him.