Growing up outside in the middle east, me and my brother, would always look forward to the days when our summer vacations approached and we could come down to India. The most exciting part was to always reach home, go on hop on to grandpas lap everyday and listen to all the mysterious stories of his adventures (most of them where all cooked up, it really did take me time to realize that!).Funny part is some part of me still wants to believe in them.
The one that would strike me the most was the way he described how heaven would look like .He would map it with his hands, with, his gestures he would draw the pathways. It was like ‘Charlie’s chocolate factory’ with cotton candy clouds ,bubble gum flowers ,chocolate syrup waterfalls ,gummy bear mushrooms, ginger bread roof tops and the houses would be covered with yummy frosting ,door knobs would be made of lollipops and the list goes on.
It sounded, like a place where for a child ‘love was in the air ‘.
I still dream of those days when I had spent with him. Every minute was worth it. My charming handsome grandpa, he’s long gone, watching me from that far away land yummy heaven .But his stories remain like words carved on stone.
And a curious me still wonders if that’s what heaven looks like.
Love you grandpa for all those memories
XOXO
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