He is a lovely memory now…

Yesterday when I went out, there was something that yelled at me !!!

Yes, it was the Mavadu and I didn’t hesitate an extra moment to buy them. And then there was this fleeting thought that my Dad will love this tiny Mavadu, as they taste the most delicious.

There was this tangential thought about a post I wrote last Mavadu season and how I terribly missed my Dad and the silly fights we had for sharing this Mavadu. Β But this year, buying Mavadu brought a smile of acknowledgement that Dad loves this and I had to do it well to make him proud. Even though there is this feeling of missing him from time to time, I hold onto him as a wonderful memory to judge my actions.

And everyday brings in more memories and thoughts about him. That day when we were parked opposite a temple, I saw someone emerge out of the temple and got an instant shock – he absolutely resembled my Dad. For a minute I thought it was him. Β But instead of crying over it, I felt good to see his image wherever or whenever I want. Β That goes on to show that Dad is a loving memory in the heart and mind.

I found two soap covers in his cupboard and brought it home, for they smelled totally of him than of the soap. My father’s scented viboothi (the ash to apply on the forehead) smell is now a strong memory thanks to those soap covers.

A year and 3 months gone by

But the heart still remembers his scent and words

There is this sense of missing him

The memory of his smiling face reaching out

To us

For now comes the understanding

That he is there here

Smiling and watching us

He is no more missed terribly

For he is a lovely memory !!!



40 Replies to “He is a lovely memory now…”

  1. Really touching…I have also recently lost a very loved one and I can completely relate to this feeling.

    BTW just saw your current read, I am also reading the same book right now and have loved it so far. πŸ™‚


    1. The loss of loved ones always brings in such emotions, right ???
      Am glad u could relate…hugs.

      I am loving that book too…but I am going quite slow owing to other work at home.


  2. An ancient porcelain jar
    cleaned, sunned ,
    slightly salt sprinkled
    and ecstatic
    at its own merry mavadus
    as it remembers
    grandpa’s relish
    and the daughter’s skirmish
    the tongue tickling
    stars of the mango season.

    one of the members
    silver sprinkled hair,
    twinkling eyes
    and all,
    only there in spirit,
    lights up in her mind
    and then
    he smiles indulgently
    as his daughter
    and her daughters
    continue the tradition
    of the skirmish….

    Like the mavadus
    the memories linger,
    a light in her eyes
    a smile in her heart…


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