Cloudy Affair

He was quiet and lil anxious that day.
All his life, the only comfort & affection he had ,was for the clouds. I would see him gazing at them. All  dawns,mornings,noons,evenings and even at the nights. To him ...the white furry creatures meant the world...

Now,after having grown to the 88th year of his life... he prefers sitting back in his crackling chair...gazing at his most beloved (& only) belongings....CLOUDS
Clouds remind him of his mother.Their white fur is as soft as her touch.Their color resembles her moods.
Dark grey- when she used to be angry, blue-when she lovingly planted a kiss on his cheek n fed him milk and rice, clear white skies brought back the fragrance of the beautiful mogra flowers she wore in her hair, pink was always for the candy floss she bought for him  and bright yellows were as special as her favorite yellow cotton saree.
As a young kid he would talk to the skies.He would talk to them as he would with any other relative or friend around , or for that matter would be even more vocal about his feelings...for he knew,they belonged to his mom and that they would never hurt him,no matter what happened...He had mentioned everything to them.Right from his first crush in school,bad exams,ragging by seniors,the new hot English teacher in the high school and the way she said "quiet" with a little wink.He had narrated all the confusion he had had over choosing a course for the college, the chase for the perfect job, his girlfriends (out of which one turned into his wife),his kids,their kids..everything ,EXCEPT that thing..that one secret he swore not to share even with his shadow.
 That one thing which could grab away his ONLY belongings.That thing which he learned the night his mom breathed her last.That thing which was said by his father to him,before he left him at the gates of the boarding school.And it wasn't that easy for him to know that he was never a SON to his mother.That he was picked as was found unclaimed in the hospital where his mom nursed. He didn't want to believe this secret. And so he decided not to share it with his skies.

BUT that night he was  my grandpaa and also my best friend,with whom i shared every secret of mine & he did the same.He had to share it with me.The skies by then had began pouring like never before.It seemed like all his conversations with the clouds deciphered in the form of droplets and let his feelings go. They spoke what his eyes couldn't in all those years......For once he chose a new mate for his keepsakes......