Cashew cookies and a glass of milk

I lost my paternal grandparents a few years back and this poem is dedicated to one of my favourite childhood memories with them.

I had my own kingdom as a kid
and it spanned my grandparents’ place,
where running indoors caused delight
and no one cared for the will-fall vase.

In the evenings, a glass of milk
waited for us by the kitchen door
and accompanied by it were some cashew cookies,
which we always ended up asking more.

Every nook had secrets, every step had tales,
every wall stain by us was their joy.
You just had to peep in the store room
to find our every used toy.

Baba with his leftover Dad-jokes
and Amma with her blessings on the phone
left memories so vivid and real
that it’s hard to believe they are gone.

Now nooks are just nooks, steps mere steps,
and wall stains mean plain stains.
Gone are the two people who would happily allow
me to dance in the monsoon rains.

I still buy those same cookies
to go with my occasional lows.
Sometimes they taste just the same
and sometimes they aren’t even close.

 

Copyright Β© Neha Sharma

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    1. Thanks a lot, Shantanu. I started writing it three days back but it moved me to tears and I left it at that moment. Had to get back to it today. It is crazy the kind of things that trigger old memories πŸ™‚

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  1. The purity of love oozing out of your every word, beautifully wrapped in magical nostalgia is what made my heart melt as a reader. Parting from loved ones is a painful experience indeed, but I’m sure your grandparents would be proud of you for the kind of love and respect you possess for them. Thank you for sharing such a glorious postπŸ‘. According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them ☺️

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      1. Im glad to know that it made you smile, but I didn’t sugarcoat the goodness of your words was really powerful and impactful. Thank you for respecting my request please feel free to explore any of my writings whenever you feel like 😊

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  2. Beautiful ode …. Grandparents always hold a special place in our hearts……….I was 4when I lost my grandpa and grandma a few years ago but their love and memories are always close to my heart . This was a beautiful reminder Neha …….loved it

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    1. Thanks for reading, Sakshi. They left us but they will always be with us in our habits, our memories and our hearts ❀

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  3. This dedication was beautiful, moved me to tears. I was raised by my grandparents and when they passed it left me with nothing but memories of our times together. Some days these memories get me through the toughest times so I can really appreciate this dedication.

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    1. I am so, so glad it resonated with you. After all is said and done, we can just be glad that we were lucky enough to have had our grandparents around us while growing up. Cheers to that ❀

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