Truth of Life
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My age was of 10 years and I was studying in 7th standard and that day I was going to give the last exam in my half-yearly examinations. But I had no idea what kind of exam was fate going to take from me.
I prepared all the stuff I needed and got ready wearing the uniform and all. Today every one woke up early as dad was going to take grandpa to the hospital in New Delhi. We lived in Mathura and the journey to the destination was of 3 hrs. Grandpa was in the bathroom, while grandma and dad were waiting for him to come out and get ready.
Mom called me and gave me a glass of water for grandpa and asked me to give it to him. I was holding the glass and entered the room. I saw grandpa coming out of the bathroom. He looked exhausted. He was almost dragging himself to the bed. Dad ran for him, gave him support and brought him to the bed. He was complaining of pain in his chest and the left arm. I then saw alarms on my dad’s and grandma’s faces. They took him down to the car where my uncle was preparing everything for the journey. Now all three were looking alarmed and kept grandpa in the car and rushed for the nearest hospital.
Now there was a pause. I was standing on my gate with my sister, waiting for the school bus. It arrived, we climbed in and it started moving. Hardly after half a kilometer the bus stopped and I saw my uncle talking to our driver who beckoned us to go with him. I was wondered and worried about what had happened because I saw my uncle crying for the first time. We went home and then I realized the biggest truth of life. My grandpa had expired. I enquired to my mom and came to know he had a heart attack and now was no more. The next moment they brought my grandpa inside the house and laid him on the ground. There he was lying quietly and tears were rolling down my face on the very thought that I will never be able to see him again.
I knelt down to his face but tears blocked my view. I was holding his face in my little hands thinking that it’s all a bad dreams. My view was completely blocked and I kept closing and opening my eyes thinking that I will wake up and everything will be fine. But the sounds of moaning and crying in my ears made me felt even worse.
All the time during his funeral I was thinking of him. Each moment I spent with him was passing by my eyes. Now they were going to burn his body. I wished that tears should block my vision now but my eyes went dry and I ran away from their crying and sobbing as far as I could.