Was she waiting for me?Last week I was in Kolkata. After a long period of time, I visited my maternal grandparents' residence. My grandparents had long left the world. My maternal uncles are also no more. Only my youngest maternal aunt ('chhoti mami') along with her younger son was there in that grand old mansion. She had been suffering from Parkinson's and Alzheimer's for the last 3 years and had completely lost the ability to recognize people. At the last stage, she was totally bed-ridden.
On last Friday (17th June 2016) evening, I visited her. Was there any flicker of reorganization in her eyes? I don't know. On Saturday (18th June 2016) morning, we got the news that my maternal aunt left the world at 9:30 A.M.
Was she waiting for me? When I last met her, did she recognize me? Was she thinking about my childhood tantrums? Could she remember my stealing of pickles from her jars? Who knows!
Only memories remain!