In the eyes of…

As the train moved forward, she, a kid of two, sensed, she was going somewhere. Somewhere, not sure, where. Only recently, she had moved from her all familiar surroundings to an unfamiliar land. Except for her mother, she knew no one here. Why was she moved somewhere again? Would she be accepted or would it be a strange land again?

The trees, plants, animals, sky, that her mother showed to distract her, made no sense as she was consumed with her thoughts.She was relieved that the train finally halted ,the next day.She was going to see the whereabouts of her destination.

Yay!!! The all familiar surroundings of her grandparents place.The plentiful fruit yielding garden, the humungous hallway, her grandparents room, the puja room, the busy kitchen, the restrooms, all the familiar faces.Her pet, Bruno had come to greet her.

She was excited and at home in this familiar surroundings, but for one thought that kept nagging her tiny heart.She looked for everywhere, not even a tiny corner was missed. When enquired about her granddad, a person not so familiar to her, seeing her in pain, cajoled her saying that he was her granddad, to which she vehemently denied. Finally, he relented and said that he wasn’t.

Later on, she was told that her granddad had gone to be with God, and that he’ll watch over her from above.He would always protect her, and on his first death anniversary she had come to pay her respects. All of a sudden, the all familiar surroundings, turned dark and surreal.

None of this, she remembers now, as an adult.But every time this escapade of her search is recounted, a feeling of warmth gushes over her. The darkness is gone, for her granddad is always with her. There’s always light at the end of the tunnel, night gives way to a day.

Acknowledgements :- Written in response to #Writephoto. Thank you Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo for the photo prompt and the challenge.Thank you all for stopping by and reading.