I sometimes think of different ways to vanish from this life.
No, I don’t mean I wanna die.
I wonder if it’s possible to go to a place where nobody knows of your mere existence and start afresh.
But we don’t get that chance, do we?
Talking of disappearance, I was in school when my Grandfather left our home one day. He was just gone.
I remember everyone was trying to search him, but he was nowhere to be found.
He was suffering from a problem of memory loss. He used to forget things too often.
So, this made everyone believe that he might have forgotten his way back home.
It’s been so many years now, and everyone around me believes that he is no more.
I don’t have much memories with him, but I wish he didn’t leave that way.
Even now when I see a lean old man, walking down the road wearing a white dhoti and kurta, I take at least two good looks at that person to be sure that he’s not my Grandfather. After so many years, I still do.
I am sure of one thing though, if someone disappears in that way from your life and if that person is in someway related to you; even though you wouldn’t have had a great relationship with them, “You are bound to miss them.”