My Dearest Thatha,
As a child, I grew up seeing you as my funny Thatha that I’d see over the summers who’d squeeze my fingers too tightly to see how strong I was. Over the years, I’d squeeze your fingers back and see your eyes glimmer with pride at how strong I was growing. I will never forget your visit to Bangkok where my helium balloon rose to the ceiling in a department store and I threw a tantrum till you and every staff member attempted to get my balloon down. You laughed as you told the story, and I’d make you repeat it over and over again just to see you laugh at your silly granddaughter. Your very stern expression would disappear the second you saw your grandchildren, which just shows how much love you had for all of us. Your hidden chocolates and nuts in your room that you’d give us and we’d scold you for. The way you’d talk about tech and healthcare with your grandchildren one minute, and go jewellery and sari shopping with your daughters the next. Your impeccable wardrobe where you’d collect wedding menus, pens, and diaries. Your love for mangoes - I will always remember coming to India in the summer and eating mangoes with you on your lap in Basavanagudi while mom and perimas would be singing, Paati would be laughing, and the family would be together. Even with you gone, those memories will live on forever in all of us.
I was always aware of how people were in awe of you. The way you walked, the way you sat with authority, the way you’d use the smallest gestures to convey your opinions. You were truly a class act, one of the most intelligent people I’ve had the privilege to know. Your versatility in knowledge and the way you interacted with each family member was one of a kind and incredibly inspiring. You have taught me the value and importance of family in the way you showed each and every family member kindness, encouragement and love. You have shown us the importance of hard work, with you writing numerous books, mentoring young lawyers and running your own firm while simultaneously making time for your daily prayers and of course reading about anything and everything. You are my hero, and I can only hope to one day make you proud as your granddaughter and as the doctor you had always hoped to see me as.
I have so many regrets since you’ve left us. I wish I came to India to see you more often. I wish I didn’t take your presence for granted when I was a child. I wish I let mom buy you that chocolate when she came to see you this time. I wish I'd recorded you telling me the balloon story one last time. I wish you knew how much you meant to me. I hope wherever you are, you know how much I hope to be like you one day. How grateful I am to you for giving me my wonderful mother who reminds me so much of you everyday. I don’t have the words to express how profound an impact you had on everyone around you.The future generations of the legacy you have built all hope to emulate you because of how extraordinary you are.
I will carry you in my heart every second of everyday, and I know that you’ll always be looking down smiling while snacking on your dry fruits with a new book in hand.
“With a thousand cheers, million kisses and lots of love”
Your Granddaughter,
Ritika