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A Silent Guardian: A Memoir of My Grandfather
Growing up, the journey from the bus stand to home felt like an eternity. In those days, the afternoons were eerily quiet, the streets almost deserted. Migration from Bihar and UP had just begun, and only a few factories dotted the landscape. It was during these solitary walks that my grandfather's unwavering presence became my anchor.
Every day, without fail, my grandfather would meet my sister and me at the bus stand. It was a routine he never missed, no matter the weather or his own weariness. His punctuality was a testament to his love and dedication. As soon as we stepped off the bus, there he was, greeting us with a warm smile and ready to walk us home.
Even when I started college and insisted that he need not come, he found a way to be there. He would no longer stand at the bus stop but would instead walk just ahead of me, about twenty or twenty-five steps, always keeping a discreet distance. When I questioned him, he would dismiss it as mere coincidence, saying he was just passing by. At the time, I didn’t fully grasp the depth of his concern, but now, looking back, I understand.
My grandfather’s care was a silent, steadfast presence in my life. As a motherless girl, his protection and love were a balm to my young heart. He never faltered in his duty, ensuring I was safe without imposing on my growing independence. His actions spoke volumes, conveying a love that was profound and selfless.
Now, my grandfather is no longer with us, but his memory lives on in these small, tender moments. The care he gave, the silent walks home, his invisible hand guiding and protecting me—these are the things I cherish. His love was a quiet, enduring force, one that shaped my life in ways I am only now beginning to understand. The lessons of his care and the security he provided are memories I hold dear, and they continue to inspire and comfort me.
In his absence, I feel the void, but I also feel the strength he instilled in me. His legacy is one of unwavering support and unspoken love, a legacy that I carry forward with gratitude and reverence.
BY GEETA BHANWALA
