Nana, Goodbye.

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3rd June 2009
4.30 pm

I have quite forgotten the feeling of holding a pen and actually using it to pen down the thoughts I think onto a lined page.

My diary, if it had a life, would be quite chuffed with all the attention I am lavishing on it.

While I wish I were sitting in a ramshackle cafe, surrounded by the bitter smells of Arabic coffee and the swarthy but handsome locals, I am writing this in the living room of a cozy house away from home.

The only exotic scents surrounding me are the ones the attar-lady doused me with earlier in the day. Daffodil, sunflower, musk, jasmine, vanilla… I smell as enchanting as the foreign women I admire on the streets.

There is sunlight bursting in angrily from the french windows and I am sprawled across a strange bed in a stranger house.

This day will forever be remembered as the day my grandmother was laid to her final rest.

Yes, I lost my Nana yesterday.

Yesterday, as I was greeting shining, happy faces at the airport, my one and only grandma was experiencing the last few hours of her human life.

Yesterday, as I was yawning my tired mind through the never-ending mass, my powerful Nana breathed her last struggled breath.

It has still not sinked in. This death.

It is difficult accepting such a sudden grab for an unsuspecting life from the great unknown called Death. I suspect it will not be any easier on my stubborn mind even after I return to the home named after her.

Yesterday, I lost the first strong woman I ever knew, bootlegger, master seamstress, harsh sartorialist and the only grandmother I knew well enough to call Nana.

Goodbyes are never easy.

3rd June 2009
4.45 pm

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