this was after seven or eight days after my grandpa's death.

he came in my dream... and i ran away in terror.

i was ashamed.

the last illness was long and terrible... and he constantly called us with the bell that was given him.

it was we who went to him.

now he was coming me.... he seemed perfectly alraight.... and i was running away.

i was ashamed.

i turned around and looked at him.... he was dressed as a clown that he used to tell me stories about.

twelve years later, my grandma's leg had to be amputated.

the hospital asked us if we wanted to cremate the leg!

i went to cremate the leg with my brother.... and somehow remembered the dream,

the dream about my granpa as i went to cremate my grandma's leg twelve years after his death.

today as i write about it, i don't have a memory of the dream--- the way i saw it.

i just remember remembering it.

---abhijat joshi