Today is my late grandfather's birthday. I used to call him baba.
On this day, with all of you I would like to wish him a very happy birthday.
You must be thinking I am crazy. But what do I do. The two words 'no more' is the saddest thing of all. Each and every birthday we have with our loved ones is actually a gift. On my birthday everyone wished me but there was something that was missing and it was my Baba's birthday wishes. I miss hearing his voice, his words of wisdom.
When someone we love is gone, we find that even after their death their birthday still belongs to them.
All these years 14th August was the day for me and my family to wish him, to honour him and even today the day still belongs to him.
No matter what, living a good and long life does not diminish the pain of the loss.