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“IF I COULD LOVE” -Nayana Nair

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It was so sad to see him like that.

He had shrunk so much, so tiny, his eyes always remain almost closed. He cannot even sit up to eat, has no strength left. He  cannot identify people, he’s calling out different people names in random way so much, that now people have stopped responding to his calls. He cannot sleep without pills anymore. Things were that bad.

When I saw him I thought of all that he had done for me when I was small.  But these are things that I know,  not what I remember. I know what he has done, I know what I should feel, but sadly I don’t .

If only I could feel and remember all that he was once to me, If only I could feel the love for him that he deserves. But it can’t be.

I see myself, sitting beside him on a chair talking random things to him, reading him stories, poems. That is maybe something that should have happened, probably happening in some parallel world but not here.

He is not that type of man, even if we assume that he was sane enough to be able to understand what I am saying. We were never on same page. Maybe we were, but something changed, that drove me so far from him, maybe I realized what he was, maybe I realized what I was, and realized things will never be same. How long can we pretend .

But when I saw him so weak, so powerless and vulnerable, I wanted to feel that love for him that I know wasn’t there in my heart. images2V3F7IR8

(for my Grandpa)

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