"Sumit? Are you here?" my grandpa asked.
He was lying on an old hospital bed and was covered from neck to toe in a lightning-white blanket. He gestured me towards him. Immediately I went and sat beside him on the bed.
I didn't quite know at that time what all this was about. I was only 5 years old. An inquisitive child that I was, I had so many questions that I wanted to ask my grandfather.
And I exactly did that.
"What has happened to you, dadu?
Why have you come here?
Why are you sleeping here, when you have your own bed at home?
Will you come home today with me?
Are you angry on someone? Is that why you left home?
Grandma cries, you know, since you are not with her at home.
Nobody is happy, dadu. I want to play ludo with you. Please come home."
There was a brief pause before grandpa gave me a feeble smile and brushed my hair with his hand.
He replied "I am fine and tell your grandma not to worry and I am not angry on anyone. I will come home soon. I am not well now. I am suffering from cold and cough just like you do during winter. I will be cured soon and I will be back to home in no time."
I was so happy to hear that.
"Let me massage your hands and legs. You must be in a lot of pain. It's been a week since you came here and I didn't get the chance to apply the pain balms." I said.
"I love you, Sumit and I miss you so much already. You are my treasure. I am glad that your father brought you here today. I am in peace now." He said in a crying tone.
I replied "Don't cry, dadu. I know you will be fine and when you come home I will let you see the news channel. I won't change it to the music channel anymore. Please come home soon."
Tears rolled down his cheeks. He pulled me towards him and hugged me tightly.
Then my father came there. He talked to grandpa a little and then declared that it was time to go now. I said goodbye to my dadu for the last time in my life.
My grandfather died in the year 1992. He was in his late sixties at that time. I was very small and I didn't understand a lot of things then. He called me his treasure. I am no gold but he was. He had a soft golden heart. He was a doctor himself and saved many lives. Why couldn't the other doctors give him a few more years. I wanted to know him more. I miss him so much.
I love you, dadu.
For Three Word Wednesday.
Prompts: gesture, immediate, treasure.