MY FIRST DAY at DCA . &...I LOST HER

IT was my first class at delhi collage of arts (DCA). I went to the basement which had marble flooring and the walls inside were hardly visible, they displayed numerous paintings which had fascinated me when i had came to get myself enrolled. I wondered, if i could also make such paintings some day. Ashwini Kumar Prithviwasi, our teacher entered the class at 5.10pm it was 5th of august, my daadi's birthday. I never knew it would become an unforgettable day! ! !  

                Ashwini Sir started with the class, he listed various arts namely music, dance, literature, acting & visual arts (चाक्षुक कला ) he elaborated , as this was the main area to be focussed on. Drawing , painting, sculpture, photography, animation. He explained painting comprises of lines, tones, texture, colour & forms. he gave differences between 2D &3D. Based on this he asked to make shade chart and some textures. I reached home , went to daadi with rose wished her birthday.  She kissed my hands ,my bua (paternal aunt) asked me to get some balm from chemist as daadi had problem in breathing ,inhaling it she used to feel better. I drove to rohini sector 13 dda market and returned with the balm. Bua asked me and my cousins to go from the room as daadi was feeling suffocated. I went to my house which was in the same apartment, h1 while daadi was in h107 at my chacha's(uncle) house. I Thought it was normal as many times she would feel so, during the last stages of cancer. I started with my art home assignment, i was very excited just wanted to give it my best .I used colours , water,etc.. in a glimpse of time my mom arrived saying "we are taking daadi to hospital" , i still continued to work it wasn't any new it was 3rd time in last few months she was being admitted to hospital. I wasn't perturbed as i felt unlike other times she would return soon. I have never in my life known a strong willed lady, like my daadi. At 11pm the phone rang, it was mom explaining daadi was on ventilator, they would get late . I went into the kitchen cooked food and made all my cousins eat, then mom returned with all the elders in my family. It was time to sleep 1 a.m, mom was very sad, she said  bhagwaan unko mukti de is dard se (god bless daadi from this suffering).All five of us slept in the same room. At 7am phone rang , dad picked it up, and started saying in anguish to rohit bhaiya on phone theek se bol (speak clearly) , he was calling from hospital. MY DAADI WAS NO MORE....... 6 AUGUST 2007, 7AM. i still have watery eyes writin this.