DO WE MISS THE WORDS?

We miss the words, of course, when it is not pronounced.

But, there are words which we miss when they uttered or stored in the wilderness of forgetfullness. I have a lot like. But one I remember well : the departure i paid to my father in his death, a cold death of two days, he kept well himself in ICECOLD to receive all of us, his children, to come from where they live. I didn't cry, or didn't say anything to me, but there were words pouring....

The other day i remembered something very rare i heard from him - he used to collect us, the children of his at 4,5,6,7 years old,around his chair and use to sing for us - Ragupathi Raghava Rajaram.... You must have heard of it many times; We, the Indians very much. Gandhiji used to sing this song during his prayers - the pre-indpendence period of India, a country then divided in every aspects..

He, Gandhiji, was a strong beleiver in Words. My father was not. He used to lie to us, when he was not having money to feed or school us, he will tell us that he will be coming soon with the money, books... He won't come. My mother used to curse him...But when he comes he brings us the mood of a man just visited a festival place near...The words, Gandhi uttered all we missed during his time itself. Nevermind. The words always have place in forgetfullness, the grand memory of our own history. We, Indians, still remember HIM.

My father was a Congressman, as always : We had a photo of Gandhi at home, very big....
Slowly they all disappeared, the Photo of Gandhi, My father, we have a photo of his in our family wall...When I stood near to the dead body of my father, I wanted to say that you have lied a lot to us to dream the truth. But I could not. Because, I just cought in touch with his feets, with the dead cold, which is very much align to me...

When I visited last to my home, in India, I took my father's chair which he used to put under a tree in our house's forefront and read his favourite Politics. The tree is still there, as the chair. And, I put the chair there and sat.

My mother looked at me and smiled. She did not say any WORDS, too.