25th October 2k17
Ninety five years old, the man who always had smile on his face, who came with nothing and created his own territory, the man of discipline had worked all through his life in synchronisation with his heartbeats.      
      Alone he would plough miles of fields and alone he use to sow the seeds. The man who gave vision to thousands of children with a chalk and duster popularly known as "Master", my Grandfather speaks no more. He just lies numb on the bed with shutter of his eyes half closed looking in the Sky.
       I called him, "Baba Baba look I am Ashu (he calls me by my nick name)". I repeated twice again and the response came with tears silently flowing through corner of his dull yellow eyes. These eyes were not so silent since the beginning. You sit in front of him for 30 seconds and you would have felt his Aura and his questionnaire only would make one realize about his experience with the life.
And now he eats no more, the water no more slips down his throat.
The wrinkles that formed only on the corner of his eyes whenever he laughed has now its branches throughout his face marking each day he had lived, actually lived.

It's evening and his breath has increased rapidly. This night would be tough or may be dark

26th October 2k17
Morning 3:30 a.m and my Chacha (Uncle) who slept next to Baba came running to our room where my father and I were sleeping and he called us. We hurriedly walked to the next room where Baba was lying unconscious. We called him Baba! Baba! . I checked his heartbeats for a signal from life but.....
My father and My Chacha had their eyes blood red with one near his head and other on his toe. I came to next room and fell on the bed for my blood pressure had gone down instantly. It took me another one minute to stand, walk back and console them.
In next few minutes all had woken up and all I could hear were the cries and see were the tears.
   Morning 11a.m the body was taken to the bank of river Ganga. Around 10 bodies were already burning there  on the wooden bed.
"So it's here lies the wealth, the gold, the expectations and the satisfaction for the one looking for it", on the wooden bed. The Truth, The Love and The memories aren't part of it. They Survive.
"God snatches the soul and people call it a body", a dead body! and body are meant to be burned or buried. Rituals. Burned in this case. The flames reached high. His heat was intense. The winds and the sand knew about the loss. They ran all around talking amidst themselves,

"Baba,
  Who would burn your memories? Who would burn the territories you      have marked?
And who would burn your everlasting smiles."

I wish you meet the Grandma who left us 7 years back. Did she call you? She had been missing you all these years.

Baba, Peace isn't on the Earth.

You Rest in Peace.