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So i went to meet them and reached the graveyard, therein laid my maternal grandparents i paid my respects to the deceased and came close to their graves. I spent half an hour there or more i don't remember i lost track of time i prayed and prayed for their souls to be at rest whilst mine wasn't. I mean how could a person be so attached right? I mean how could one not be! They were the ones who raised me, the ones who gave me love which paralleled to the love of my parents and maybe even beyond theirs, i guess the saying of here is right the grandparents are actually more loving than parents.
So i took my time and finally started to go back, there were the flashes of how much they used to love me and now that they are gone my life would not ever be the same. Their memories were still fresh and till date are still fresh, i can remember all the little details of them, i remember how perfectly white the hair of my grandfather was and how well organised he was, his perfect sense of dressing, his clean shaven face, his pale,wrinkled skin and his grace. I remember how perfectly his shoes shined and how perfect his crease of clothes was, I remember it all.
For my grandmother she was love she was the purest form of love i could ever get, i remember her every damn medicine and the times she had to take them, i remember how many times i slept and felt hungry and had the audacity to wake them, she used to fix me food in the midnight, her cooking was actually out of this world. She used to fix me some "Firni" while compromising on her sleep.