When Christmas comes every year,houses gets decorate, happiness and festivity enlightens everybody's life- why do my eyes moisten and heart becomes heavy? This is the time,when we lost you,Dada. 16 whole years passed,but still we couldn't forget you a bit. May be this is because you left us very soon,may be before time. But who can say,when it is "time"? If somebody gets old and passes away,we accept that with a readiness. But when you left,it was not even a time you enjoyed most of the things in life. What shall we call this? A cruel joke from god's end? It might be. But the wound is still afreash. And it will remain till I take my last breath,this is the reality I could not digest in all these years.
Dada,you were our most favorite playmate,our protector. Whoever tried to beat us up,you always stood there for us. My elder sisters were so happy to get a supportive brother like you. Being the youngest,I used to receive all the pampering from you. I can still remember how you used to "pataofy" mom to take me out for ice cream or visiting local fair. You are the one who taught me to ride a bicycle. You used to help me with all my summer vacation homework so that I could play with you all. How you managed to buy bakery sweets for me,was a mystery,as I knew aunty used to give you a real small pocket money. Dada,whatever you used to do was a sign of your affection for us,your sisters. You never beat us up, but you always tried to take the blames on yourself to save us from uncle and my mom. In those years of growing up,you were an inspiration to us,we always knew we have to score like you in exams. We wanted to be like you,the most humble,popular child in the colony.
But one bloody accident ruined it all! On that fateful day,why were you in such hurry to catch that particular train? Was it worth that much? I don't know Dada, how much pain you have felt when your body was dragged along with that train compartment till the end of platform! When uncle discovered you,you were no more in shape of a human being. You were a bloody mess of flesh and bones. After getting hospitalized you had a great fight with death for seven more days......each day a stab on our hearts,with a flicker of hope that you may survive. You don't know,Didi and me cried so much and every day we prayed for you till late night. But finally we lost hope when you slipped into coma and never came out of it. Do you know how tough it was for uncle to carry your lifeless body to the crematorium? That strong man broke down and cried so helplessly seeing your on the funeral pyre,not a single person present there could hold back their tears. Aunty felt unconscious several times,finally she got paralysis and till date her recovery rate is very low. My eldest sister got such a shock that she never came out of it. You know Dada,till now she behaves like a small kid,doctors say she will never become normal. Didi accepted the fact and she handles the family affairs efficiently now. But you know,on every Bhai duj we shed tears silently........once we had a brother whom we used to felicitate on this day. But no more we are that lucky. Our luck,happiness everything was over with you.
Another Christmas is coming,all will celebrate the season of joy and happiness. But there will be no light in uncle's house. Only a single oil lamp will burn in front of your photo. You left us,but you took away the essence of life from this family. Still I can't stand the burden of truth that you are no more. Wherever you are,Dada.........please pray so that they come out of that sadness which is gripping that family from last 16 years. And about me,I need your blessings to accept the fact. I miss you Dada, I miss you so much. Whatever happens,I will always remember you as our beloved brother.
