Pleasant are the thoughts that I am a grandfather
I think that my grandson can see my emotions, my fears, my anxieties
The other day I saw a young boy, must be around seventeen
Looking for a book, at a bookshop
Only the hardcover was available
And the boy won’t buy it
He would wait for the paperback
The boy seemed adaptable
Only adaptable survive in the harsh winds of time
I did not know what the book was all about
But I wanted to buy it for the boy
I saw in the boy, glimpses of my grandson
I imagined, many years from now
My grandson will take me to a bookshop, holding my hand
Sonar Kella, the film we have seen umpteen times
I wished my grandson to enjoy as dearly
As his Thamma, Baba, and Pishi did
I imagined watching Postmaster with him
I felt as if he was telling me
Dadu you look like Postmaster Kaku
My mind goes back to the day my grandson was born
That day a future dawned
It heralded in me a colourful promise
And I felt the warmth of a Rising Sun