[if you plan on reading this till the end,its split into two parts.
disclaimer: omit the grammatical errs which i might cringe upon myself later because this has been written in the midst of a cry session for the best reasons]
i don’t know if anyone’s gonna read this, but this is pouring out of my heart and i wanted to type this. so here it goes.
it’s my maternal grandparents’ fiftieth anniversary today. it’s the golden year.
while i was talking to them today, i just went all emo and cried as soon as we hung up because of how they describe “my everything” for me.
they’re the best and cutest people i’ve encountered in my life and i can bet all my money nobody will ever be deserving enough to replace them.
my maternal grandmother is 70+ and she has always loved history like a piece of her existence and not to forget, she still does. she was a history teacher and till date her memory hasn’t faded, it’s like her mortality forgot to carry her memory through the journey.
my mom has been her student and in her words
“she never ever used textbooks, she said it makes the kids wanna sleep, reading is what they’ll do at home, if they do the same through a teacher, it won’t make any difference. so, as a teacher i’m supposed to do something to make it better for the students”
my mom says she never read a line from the book and narrated the chapter like an intriguing novel. she’s the history enthusiast you’d ever want.
my grandfather, on the other hand is a math geek. till date, just mentioning the subject excites him like joys of spring. he keeps expressing how glad he is about me studying math and that happiness and contentment in his voice, it touches me like anything.
today, they said “50 saal kaise nikle pata hi nahi chala” and went emo into a flashback of 50.