Day 26 of "2013 Ultimate Blog Challenge" : Death
He was visiting his Chote Baba with his parents. Chote Baba was the youngest brother of his own grandfather, but he didn't understand that yet. At 6.5 years of age, he only knew that this man was called "Chote Baba".
They weren't the only visitors at Chote Baba's place this time. There were all the other Babas and Dadus there too, and all his Chachas... even "Bombay Chacha" and "America Chacha"... and his Chachis... and all his cousins.
He was told that they had all gathered together there because his "Dadu" (great grandma) had died.
"Died meaning?" He asked his Chote Baba.
"Meaning she has gone to live with God now." His Chote Baba replied to him.
He mused over it for some time. Next day, he took his Baba's mobile (i.e. his own grandfather's mobile) to his Chote Baba, and asked again - "Tell me one thing, Chote Baba... if I call Dadu's mobile number now, she WILL answer it, won't she?"
Chote Baba showed him Dadu's mobile and replied - "How will she answer? See... her mobile phone is here only..."
Couple of days later, his Chote Baba asked him if he liked it here, with the whole family. He said - "Yes, I do like, but not that much, because Dadu is not here na."
He didn't fully understand where his Dadu had gone, but he was clear about one thing... she wasn't coming back.
Disclaimer: I've written this as a short story, but this happened in real. My grandma, Yuvraj's great-grandma, passed away a few days ago in Guwahati, where she lived with my youngest uncle (Yuvraj's Chote Baba). This was UV's first encounter with death of a loved one. I don't know what's going on in his mind currently. I have no idea how a 6.5 year old mind deals with such losses.
Here's more in Fiction!
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