It was the 12th of February , 2019 . I was sleeping peacefully , when suddenly , in the midst of the night , my dad got a phone-call from my grandmother . ” He is not breathing ” , she said . My dad jerked about and sat on the bed with his eyes wide open . My grandfather was no longer in this world. He was ill for about 3 months now , and was on dialysis . My uncle used to live with my grandparents and my father and our family had shifted to Bombay , Maharashtra , because my father’s occupation was settled here . We booked flight tickets and reached there within 4 hours . When we entered the house , all our relatives were there , my granny was not able to stop crying . She cried and cried and cried some more . We all started to cry too , it was our beloved grandpa . We walked inside the room where hes was lying , cold and still. He still had that glow on his face , as if he had no regrets while leaving the life on earth .
My Grandfather was actually a very great man . He was honest , punctual , and very kind . He lived like a soldier . He got up on time and went for walk , then he read his book , played with his grandchildren , me and my brother [ Aadi ] . Then in the evening he used to meet his friends ,or the neighbours , and use to chat with them or otherwise play cards with them . He was the best math teacher I ever had . He often sat with me for 3-4 hours and taught me math , gave me sums to practice , and sharpen my mind . He always got so excited whenever I had a math paper , he used to teach me till late night and after the exam , he used to make me solve the paper again and used to check all my sums and whenever I got any sum wrong, he would get so upset and demoralized and I even remember him not talking to me for a month when I scored pretty bad .
While he was ill , he asked me to do one thing , and that was to score over ninety percentage in my tenth board examinations . I have my result in hand today and it says ninety five percent , but the only grief I have is that he is not here to celebrate with me . I always dreamed that I have a report card in my hand and my grandfather is patting on my back with tear filled in his eyes , but God took that moment away from me .
I know that my grandfather is not here now , but i am sure that he is looking from above , and I promise you DADA that I will make you proud one day . Love you , always .