Granny...

Well, its already midnight but Morpheus, the god of dreams seems to be unhappy. Sleep is no near to me- made me to think about Insomnia. "Oh common, you sleep like a pig sometimes", my inner voice growled. It made the instinct to go out of my mind.

Its Sankranti today, many states in India celebrate this festival as a new year. Its called by several names across India. Many wishes for all on the occasion of this festival.

Today I am going to share one of the event which have left deep emotions in my heart. One of my friend was leaving to Bangalore from his home place, a remote village in the district of Dharwad. I joined him as I was also working in Bangalore. Don't assume that he is leaving home for the first time. He has done this many times. As you might all know if you are leaving from your home place, your parents and other well wishers always come with you to bus stand. His grandmother should have been to farm and must have been unaware of her grandson's plans. My friend also did not care to go to farm to say bye to her. The importance of the person fades with age, you know about it.

We reached the bus stand in the hope that bus will come on time. Everyone was in very jolly mood including me. I turned towards the end of the street to see if I can find any image of the bus. I saw an old women running towards the bus stand. She ran and ran until she reached the stand and I could not stop thinking what made her to run like a sprinter at that age. She came and stopped just beside me and asked "Where is my grandson?". Everyone around us started laughing and someone from the group cheered he is just in front of you. Taking a long breath she murmured, "I can't see a thing, I took a run from farm. Someone passing by informed me about his leaving".

She sat down on one of the stones near by and took few minutes of rest. And all those few minutes, I could not just take my sight out of her.