About Shivranjan Poojari

Shivranjan Poojari, born and bought up in Mumbai, has now moved to his home town Udupi in Karnataka. From Marketing Executive to Regional Marketing Head - his work makes him to travel throughout India and gain some wisdom about the different aspects of the lives. Those and more, he likes to share his experiences. Through words in the form of short stories and blogs.

A beginner has just begun to write, whenever, time permits. Poojari is a believer of simplicity. Also, he likes to teach and learn new things.

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She was constantly accelerating her car as it was reaching near the house. And finally, when she reached home, the girl parked her car and rushed out of it. She carefully took a long gaze at the small house typically built of mud and rare stones. She fondly recalled her childhood days she spent playing around this pleasant house during her summer vacations. And how her grandma used to properly take care of her. For that little girl, her grandma was undoubtedly the most loving person in the world.
Her grandma used to cleanse her, play with her, always stood by her. She told her tons of bedtime stories, saved from the scolding of her parents. Nobody was more dear to her than her grandma. But now this little girl had become a young woman and came after a long time to visit her grandma.
She was expecting her grandma to receive her near the gate, twist her ears for coming after such a long time. And they will have a long day chatting together. But her thoughts were interrupted by a nurse how came near the gate to receive the girl. The nurse took her inside the house. The girl was so excited to meet her granny and enjoy lots of talks, that she ran inside the room where her granny was merely lying on a wooden bed. Wrapped in messy clothes, her unconscious body was shrunk, face was allegedly covered with premature wrinkles. Those snow-white hair were spread all over the filthy bed. The entire room was filled with the stink of used medicines and other surgical products. This sight made her stand almost dead, at the entrance itself.
The girl was terribly shocked and would not believe she was seeing the same granny. Where was the strong lady roaming all around the house performing all the routine works? Tears rolled out of the girl’s eyes. She remained a stunt and merely kept gazing her elderly granny. After some time she gathered some courage and went near the bed and tried to talk to her. The girl made some unsuccessful attempts to engage her granny. But there was no response. The Girl grasped her hand and placed it on her granny’s forehead. Soon the,n the nurse entered the room and informed her that her granny has lost her eyesight and memory. Now she is not more than a living dead body.
The girl was devastated by the thought that her granny will never talk to her again. Also, her granny will never be able to know how beautiful her little girl has grown up to be. The girl thought of vacating the room with rolling tears in her eyes. Meanwhile, few tears dropped on her granny’s sensitive hands.
When the girl tried to stand, she realized that her granny has gripped the girl’s hand tightly. She instantly realized that her granny has recognized her in spite of losing eyesight and memory. Sometimes affections are beyond physical disabilities. Now neither the girl nor her granny had talked anything. All they did for the next few minutes was just sit holding each others hands.
After dinner, the girl left her granny to take some rest. She went out of the house and sat in a an open gallery. It was a quite peaceful, countering the cold breeze under the radiant moonlight. Fireflies were twinkling all around the place. The girl thought to herself “What made me so busy? My work? my career? my social life? Why didn’t I visit my dear granny earlier? So she would have talked to me. And I would had reciprocated to her mutual feelings before this would have happened. She cared for me, but I could not.”
The girl asked herself one more question. “Did I really achieved more than what I have lost presently? Can all my money, my achievements can bring my granny back to normal.”

Even though her granny’s condition was due to the age factor, but still the girl felt that somewhere she was also guilty for her granny’s condition.



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13 Response Comments

  • Advait Berde22/01/2019 at 10:58 AM

    Really touching story, with beautiful adjectives and a gripping narrative.

    • Shivranjan Poojari22/01/2019 at 3:52 PM

      Thank you

  • Bishakha Moitra22/01/2019 at 6:22 PM

    Nice story. It depicts how we often tend to forget our near and dear ones in our busy life. Well narrated.

  • Nidhi Jangid22/01/2019 at 7:04 PM

    Indeed a heart touching story! Being busy with our professional and social life, we often lose few invaluable, precious and rare moments in life! The confession by the girl is tuely a learning lesson for this young generation! Thanks to the author for bringing such a sensitive issue in the form of story 👍!

  • Saisharanyadash22/01/2019 at 7:43 PM

    A truly unique and heart touching story.

  • NANDANA DASGUPTA22/01/2019 at 9:48 PM

    Indeed a heart warming story! Though this story reveals what we all are involved in & we all are so busy with our new fast pacing life, we all forget to spend time with our near & dear ones! And when time takes on a toll, we all regret for not being with people, who meant something in our life.

  • Shivranjan Poojari22/01/2019 at 10:41 PM

    Thank you everyone for your kind words on this story.

  • Insha Faridoon23/01/2019 at 12:17 AM

    Lovely story. This story is quite a fitting representation of how we are so wrapped up in our lives, we often forget the important things in life. Writing and concept are simple, yet beautiful. Sometimes, simplicity is the best.

  • Preesha Reddy23/01/2019 at 8:43 PM

    A heartwarming story. At some point it got so intense for me that I got goosebumps. We all have that someone who is waiting for us to visit them and be there for them as they were for us, and after reading this we all must have thought about them. Keep writing 💗.

    • Shivranjan Poojari25/01/2019 at 12:22 AM

      Thanks so much.

  • RINKY24/01/2019 at 4:30 PM

    Indeed its a heart touching story. It brought out certain features of our regular life that we often miss out spending a quality time with family. Could very well relate with the mature girl how it feels when someone dear waits for you but when you turn up it becomes too late. Good attempt.

  • Kheya Baidya27/01/2019 at 11:30 AM

    A good attempt to capture emotions..and human tendency to blame oneself …a little timely introspection can save many relations.

  • Boijayanto Mukherjee01/02/2019 at 1:04 AM

    A poignant tale of love lost amidst hubbub of a mundane busy life. We, as humans, often tend to ignore, abuse and get mad at our grandparents for being what they are and why they are that way; the real pain comes when one loses them or realizes how one lost days that could’ve been otherwise golden. As a reader, it is but natural to relate to our days of glory when spending time with our grandparents was more than just a custom. A very heart touching and indeed soulful attempt.

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