MY SANTA WILL NEVER RETURN ...

Fri 19 dec 2014 :-

Feeling so weird ; got a call from father in morning that grandfather (i call him 'bappa') is seriously ill & is in ICU.
I'll hav to do a shift tomorrow .I'm doing on behalf of shatru  'coz shtrughan went to his hometown nearby delhi & It'll be his duty.
Its evening and i'm seriously getting strong vibes that i must meet bappa; afterall I'm his progeny .

I'm deciding to meet associate director Dr. Johnson to ask if he needed my support next day,I never demanded such leave on 11th hour .He normally doesn't permit unplanned leaves but that day he permitted me to go.
Then talked our group head Amol sir & requested him to grant me permission to take leave . He was very kind to understood my situation & he granted me to take leave  as well !!Felt enormous gratitude towards him ...


Somehow got a bus to beed @10 pm .didn't reserved a seat
So ready for bouncy journey .

All along the way - only thoughts regarding bappa & his nurturing towards me all these years came before my eyes like a flashback & with all tiny details. (Yes!There're some serious side effects of having impeccable memory-Its one of them).

Planning how to spend a day giving  him great laugh .Not able to sleep whole night - thoughts of grandpa only.

Sat 20 Dec 2014:-

Exhausted & stressed ! In Morning I reached beed. I Decided directly go to ICU & not to home .
Went to uncle's ICU. Seen grandpa from blurr glasses of ICU door ;He was sleeping like a baby So decided not to wake him up. Went straight to upstairs in Mama's home ;slept like a pig because of tiring journey.

11 am :a wardboy  came running & he woke me up "Rohan , lavkar uth khali bolavle aahe ,urgent aahe !"
In half sleep i went to downstairs rubbing my eyes.

Suddenly grandma came from somewhere & cuddled me weeping .I understood :Grandpa is no more ...
I ran inside icu holding my breath... still he was sleeping like a baby . . .
Hell with my sixth sense & instincts & vibes . My santa has gone away ... I was never able to meet him despite all the efforts of god arranged for me to meet him .

Later i've been told that ;He asked in morning "did rohan came ? . . . "

Now I'm sitting alone and shading tears on drama of destiny & why I've always been puppeted from god by giving me foresight of upcoming events .
I just know that My santa will never return back for me . . .

Never return back for me . . .