Chapter 148 - Opening Up (3) (1/2)

|Innaya|

Memories are terrible. Memories of the person who is no longer with you are like a slow poison. They corrode you from the within, slowly affecting you, consuming you only to leave you like an empty shell. They remind you of the happy times you once had. They remind you of the loss you suffered. They remind you of the bad times and leave you saddened.

The memories crawl in your mind and occupy your whole being. It takes you back to the time when things were too good to be true. Furthermore, it takes you to reality. A harsh reality- where there is no

chance of feeling those moments that had turned into memories.

Despite not wanting to think about grandpa's memories, I could not stop myself. With the new changes in my life, there had been a point when I had not missed grandpa like I used to. When Eshan had gone missing from my life, all my thoughts revolved around him only.

It was not that I had forgotten about him. Eshan had made me realize that I should not always cry remembering grandpa. He had once said how it would hurt grandpa if he saw me crying.

Dead people do not come back. How could someone who had died see my plight? Maybe, those were the stories cooked by older generations. People did not become a star after dying. It was the way of consoling ourselves. It was a way of making peace with our loss. I knew it all, and yet I could not help but believe in those things.

In the end, energy can neither be created nor be destroyed. Everyone knew it. I would like to believe that the energy of that person remained around us, watching over us. That was why, after mom reminded me of grandpa's death anniversary I did not cry.

I was emotional. I was missing him terribly. All the years I had spent with him were now running before my eyes as I closed them.

”Are you missing grandpa?” His soothing calm voice asked me as he rubbed my forearm.

I forgot that I was still in his arms. I forgot that he could even sense the slightest of change in my emotions. I wondered how though. It never crossed my mind how deeply we both were connected. Somehow we had started to know if something was not right with the other one.

”Hmm…” I just hummed in response to his question. There was no point in hiding things from him.

He patted my hair. ”You can cry. I'm here.”

I bit my lip as I shook my head. I would not cry. I would not. However, my eyes ended up watering. I refused to cry though. Stubbornly I closed my eyes tightly.

”It would be a year on this twenty-fifth to his demise. I know you are sad because of it. It's okay to get an emotional, sweetheart,” Eshan gently spoke.

I breathed sharply. His words were giving me the courage to face my emotions. ”We'd planned to go on a world tour after my graduation. I was so excited. I thought that life couldn't get any better…” I choked reminiscing about what grandpa and I had planned.