Nanaji – He Would Have Been 100 Today #grandfather

Nanaji


Today you would have hit a century,
Instead, we’re left with memories
Of all the good you did


Nanaji,
A loving son, husband, brother
A father like no other
Whose forward thinking gave opportunities
To all his children, not just his blood.
And a Nanaji and Baba
Whose Naatey Potey miss the opportunities
We lost to know you, 
And for you to know us.


Nanaji
I hope wherever you and Nanima are,
You watch us
And I hope we have made you proud.
We’ve tried to be the best we could
As I know you would want us to


Nanaji,
You gave from the heart and from the soul.
You taught us kindness and generosity
Is where the goodness lies
Your memory, your legacy lives on within us all

Happy 100th Birthday to one of the best humans there ever was.
We love you Nanaji, I only wish we had more time to know you, not just hear about what a wonderful soul you were.

My Nanaji and Nanima (Maternal Grandparents)
Nanaji and a baby Ritu
My brother and me with a photo of our beloved Nanaji

Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 181

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“Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.”

Dr. Suess

Thanks, Spidey.

I’ll keep it simple.

Cherish every moment of your day, you never know when you’ll feel the need to revisit it…

Enjoying my precious last hours with my parents until I have to get back to my place…

Is there a particular moment which you cherish?

Have a peaceful Sunday Peeps ❤

#WritePhoto – Fallen

Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:

Let Sleeping Rocks Lie

“Shh! they look so peaceful. We can’t move them!” Bob surveyed the scene, and his gaze fastened upon the two large stones again.
“But what we gonna tell The Boss, Bob?” Dick knew The Boss wasn’t an easy man. He expected the site to be clear by tomorrow evening. There were big plans afoot for this plot of land he’d bought.
Luxury houses boasting a true view of nature – never mind how much of that nature they would have to destroy to create them.
“I dunno… there’s just something about them. It’s like they’re telling me submili- sulbimin-, oh you know, like they’re sending me messages not to touch them, or the stuff around them.” He looked at Dick. “Don’t you hear it?”
Dick stood, cocked his ear to one side, straining to hear anything. “Nah mate, all I hear is the sound of the bulldozers making their way over!”
“All I know is I can’t do it.” Bob took off his hardhat and made to walk off.
***
Soddom opened his eye and glanced over at Gomorrah. “Do you think it worked then?”
“I’ve been laying here for over nine hundred years. It’s not the first time they’ve tried to move us. It’ll not be the last. But the point is, we’re still here aren’t we?”
“And why was it again, that we couldn’t be moved?”
“Because, dear Soddom, we’re fallen angels, destined to lay in one place forever more.”
“But what would happen if we were?”
“I’m not about to try and find out. The last time we didn’t listen to Him, we went from beautiful cherubs to large lumps of rock. We lost our wings, our voices. At least time, and erosion, has given us some shape back. Goodness knows what He would do to us if we moved… Now do be quiet, you’re disturbing my beauty sleep!!

#writephoto

https://scvincent.com/2018/05/10/thursday-photo-prompt-fallen-writephoto/

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#WritePhoto – Ascent

Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:

Ascent
Journeying up
Rising, flying, soaring
Pushing oneself, achieving goals
Uplift

Ritu 2018

#writephoto

https://scvincent.com/2018/05/03/thursday-photo-prompt-ascent-writephoto/

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#WritePhoto – Splash!

Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:

Well, this photo sparked some memories!

Sashaying around the house, 11-year-old Ritu was so proud of the new boots her parents had bought her.
She felt so grown up, so in fashion – something she had rarely been in the past. Actually, the boots had been given to her a few weeks back, and she had debuted them at her school residential trip, at the disco, along with her rainbow coloured dress.
Oh yes, so on-trend was Ritu!
They were the boots of her dreams, grey suede pixie boots, with a slight slouch to them. Ritu had never owned something so ‘cool’!
Today, they were visiting some family, and she was looking forward to showing off the funky footwear.
It was a beautiful sunny day so Ritu, her brother and cousins were playing in the garden. The boys played football – obviously – and the girls wandered around chatting.
Splash!
Stupid boys! They’d kicked the ball into the pond. Ritu couldn’t let the young ‘uns risk getting the ball out, so off she went, heroine extraordinaire, to rescue the situation.
Bending over she reached out to the middle of the pond to gently coax the ball towards the edge of the pond…
Even bigger SPLASH!
Ritu was sat in the pond, dripping wet, amongst the frogspawn… then she remembered her beautiful boots!
Ruined!

Based on a totally true event as I was growing up.

I never did wear them again, despite my mother doing some amazing rescue mission to make the boots wearable again… I just kept on smelling frog… (actually, I think I imagined a fishy smell that wasn’t really there…) Those poor boots… and poor me with frogspawn all over me!

 

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They looked a bit like these boots!

 

#writephoto

https://scvincent.com/2018/04/26/thursday-photo-prompt-splash-writephoto/

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