It’s Still Complicated: …because I Am Still Waiting Read Online Free PDF Page B

asleep again. Suddenly Mamaji’s phone rang and the call was from my home at Rajasthan. I couldn’t hear what they were talking on the phone but somehow I could grasp that there was some bad news. Mami woke me up and told me to get ready without taking a bath as I had to go to Rajasthan immediately. I asked my Mamaji about the reason behind it, he said that my Grandfather was not well and was hospitalized, so I had to go.
    I was confused after hearing this because first of all, there was no good hospital in Sardar Shahar (my hometown). Secondly, my Grandfather was a well-built who was 6ft tall and I couldn’t remember him being unwell. Though he used to take some medicines for asthma, but looking at him nobody could ever say he was unwell.
    I got into the taxi with two of my Mamaji’s, Shiv Mamaji and Surendra Mamaji. I sent a message to Megha that our date for that day was cancelled as I had to go Home. I had a plan to meet Megha as I came back to Delhi, just two days back, after a vacation of 15 days which I spent in Rajasthan itself. Megha did not reply, maybe she was sleeping by that time so I had to ask Ravi to call Megha after a few hours and explain her about the situation.
    I was worried about my Grandfather; suddenly Shiv Mamaji asked Surendra Mamaji, when did he die? Hearing this I started crying my heart out. It was a journey of 5 hours from Delhi to my hometown. I was very sad, my Grandfather was everything for me and my family, whatever I am today was just because of him. He started his work life first earning to support his family as a truck driver and then became rich because of his hard work. I remember the days which I spent with him and how he completed each and every wish of mine.
    I started recollecting my last meeting with my Dadaji, when he asked me two questions, “Are you going to Delhi tomorrow? Who will give me medicine from tomorrow?” Which I couldn’t answer and while going to Delhi that day he said bye, which I have never heard from him earlier.
    Now I realized why Megha always used to tell me never to say bye to anyone because we are not sure that whether we are going to meet that person again or not. That’s why she used the words ‘See Ya’, instead of ‘Bye’. If we say ‘See Ya’, there is a hope that we would meet again.
    I reached home at 5pm that day, my eyes were filled with tears and I couldn’t see anything except my home, I went inside and saw my Grandfather lying in middle of the courtyard. I never saw him so silent and his face was lifeless; my eyes searched for my father. I ran towards my father and hugged him and cried a lot. People who were gathered at my home took my Grandfather to the Mukti Dham and after the Kriya Karm they all went home, but me and my family were left alone, to cry and to feel sad about Dadaji.
    I couldn’t eat anything that day, whatever I was given to eat would come out of my throat and I felt like nothing was good to taste when you have just lost your loved one. Megha being an innocent and caring girl didn’t call me that day, no doubt she was worried about me but she wanted me to call her when things would settle down. I called her the next day; she asked me the reason behind this miss-happening. I explained to her he died because of the heart attack in the morning and I started crying. This was the first time when she saw me crying and there was nothing which she could do about this. She innocently asked me to take care of everyone at home and myself too. She was worried about me and my family and she made me promise her that I would eat properly and take care of everyone at home. Those 12 days were the toughest days of my life and she was a great support for me. She used to call me once every few hours and ask me to take care of everyone at home. My love for her multiplied that time, because in this type of situation you understand who is your true friend and who is not.
    I remember the day when I had a healthy argument with my