A single white curly hair........

                        Standing in front of the mirror i was just about to pluck a single white hair on my head, suddenly a long lost thought passed by. When my grandpa died i was 11 years old, at the time he struggled do take his last breathe i was sitting beside him with my fingers playing with a single white curly hair that stood on his chest. 
                             whenever i got a chance to rub his chest  to ease his chest pain, i use to make sure that i spent some good time with that single white curly hair. He is not there now neither the hair, but still i can feel the curl of that hair, i can still feel his skin, i can still feel the smell of Zandu balm applied on his chest, everything is so fresh.

                               Now, as i stood in front of the mirror to pluck that single white hair on my head, i leave it unplucked for reasons unclear, may be in remembrance of that single white curly hair which stood on my grandpa's chest.