I woke up this morning, dreaming of my Appu (grandpa). I was putting together a plate of dosa and sambhar for his lunch, Ammu (grandma) giving me instructions on what to put where (because Appu is very particular) and telling me to take it to him before it gets cold. I go hand him the plate, he takes it grumpily (because, as always, SOMETHING is not perfect), and sit by his side.
Then on an impulse, I reach out and stop him in the middle of something, and say I'm sorry for being mean to you, I'm sorry I don't spend more time with you, I'm sorry I didn't tell you that I'm so thankful for being MY Appu, that I'm so damn proud of you. Then I kiss him on his stubby, slightly sunken cheek.
He turns around and looks at me, happiness in his eyes. He gives me a one-armed hug and goes back to grumbling about the sambhar.
But now it is too late for this dream to actually play out, I have only myself to blame.