The blast of the Air Conditioner
in the train hit me with full force as I slowly pushed open the door. Men and
women sat on either side of me, frowning slightly and looking grim as they
stared at me, seeming to scrutinize every last detail of my face.
26….27….28…..ah!
Here it is! 29! I leaped onto my seat with a strange, childish delight and
attempted to make myself comfortable on the cold blue seat.
“Good
to see you too, John,” a voice whispered to my left. How could someone have
come and sat next to me without me noticing? I turned my head in surprise to
the sound of the voice. Next to me sat a young boy, in his early teens, smiling
a brilliant smile and one that immediately propagated the idea that he had
absolutely no troubles at all.
‘H-h-how
do you know my name?” I asked nervously, hoping that my face wasn’t too pale.
The
boy laughed; a laugh of wisdom, yet of youth. “Trust me; I know you well,
Jinky-Winky.”
I
sat back alarmed. Adrenaline pulsed through my body at an alarming rate. I
managed to recover long enough to say, “Grandfather?” Only my grandfather knew
the pet name that had oft embarrassed me, even when he called me that in
private. I glanced quickly to make sure no one had heard.
The
boy laughed even harder. “Of course, Johny-Wonnie, it took you long enough! Or
as in India they would say, Tubelight! You are now looking at me,” he gestured to
himself, “As I was at 13 years. Of course
I’m Grandpa Patrick, son- no need to keep calling me ‘grandfather’! Nothing
formal here!”
My
grandpa’s cheeriness and enthusiasm was like an infection, and it quickly
caught on to me. I found myself grinning idiotically from ear to ear at him,
when a sudden realization forced me to turn grave.
“No
offense, Grandpa, but…umm……didn’t you-er-move on three years ago?” My voice was
unsteady; I was not sure of how to ask the question without insulting Grandpa
somehow.
He,
however, seemed unperturbed. “Oh, that’s simple. When I went up there,” he
pointed upwards, “I simply asked God if I could have time to go back to Earth
and advise you. He said that he could only give me time in three years. I,
sincerely hoping to have a word or two with you, readily agreed.”
I
was a great philosopher at that time, and naturally I was intrigued by the idea
of meeting God. “You met God? Was He Allah? Vishnu? Or the God from
Christianity? Did you meet David Star? Jesus? Can you describe Him? What was He
li-”
Grandpa
Patrick waved his hand dismissively. “Confidential information, son. Can’t tell
you that. By the way,” he began rummaging in his pockets, “God told me to give
these to you. He said you’re future would be bleak without you keeping them in
mind.” He handed a crisp piece of paper to me.
“That’s
all, kiddo. I’ll be going now!”
‘No-wait-you
can’t go yet!!! You only just came!” I cried unhappily.
“Limited
time, kid. See you in-” he paused for a moment, “4 years! That’s my next
appointment. Cheerio!”
My
beloved Grandpa Patrick disappeared into oblivion. Everything around me seemed
to come into life; people began bustling around, arguing, and playing video
game systems. Feeling the paper in my hands, I opened it to read:
APRIL
FOOL’S KID!!!!!!
P.S.
Don’t worry; the meeting was all true.
I
glanced at the calendar; April 1st, 2012.
Trust
Grandpa to remember April Fool’s Day even in heaven.
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