"My father's father -le père de mon père-моего отца отца"

Yaalini had never really got along with her दादा(grandfather), in fact she detested him, but she had been giving her Father truckloads of trouble hence she had been packed off to live with her grandfather in Lepchajagat, near Ghum in West Bengal to see if he could rectify her factious, daughter. As soon as she reached Lepchajagat Grandpa set to work giving Yaalini lots of work to keep her engaged. Yaalini however soon became disillusioned and at every given opportunity, usually late at night when Grandpa was roaming in “la-la” land, sneaked out to meet a group of choloz(Southern California slang term) she had befriended at the local market. She was soon back to her old mannerisms and was now increasing the crease lines on Grandpa as well. Now this group of teenagers that Yaalini had befriended, were a graphic lot, they loved their tattoos something that Yaalini had not dabbled in, yet... Her GRANDPA allowed her to hang around with them during her idle time praying that allowing this would stop Yaalini 's late night sojourns, but this was not to be the case. She drove the poor old man nuts, but grandpa was not a man to give up so easily he gave Yaalini more work, he began to treat her the way she treated others.. He warned Yaalini that that no matter where he was he would always be watching her, He also told Yaalini not to even dream about getting a tattoo, as in his days they were only worn by the anti-social elements and the Naxals, he said that he considered tattoos as a form of self -mutilation. Yaalini the rebel as she was upon hearing this lecture decided at once that she must have one. Two years went by, Grandpa had gotten very ill, and after a visit to his doctor found out that his stay on Earth was coming to a logical end the big "A", had claimed another victim. Six months went by, and Grandpa lay on his death bed, his family surrounding him,. He wanted to speak to Yaalini, he wanted to tell her something. As Yaalini bent down , he whispered to her, " I know you detested my very existence, I have no regrets about that , but always remember this, no matter where you go, no matter what you do, I’ll ALWAYS watch upon you " , Grandpa breathed his last a few minutes after he had spoken these words. Yaalini went back to live with her father One sunny afternoon Yaalini
Decided now that grandpa was gone she could finally ink a tattoo on her body, a petite one on the nape, a dragonfly. She sat nervously on the tattoo artist’s chair, she had a fair idea of what to expect as she had already seen her mates get one .As the tattoo artist’s needle pierced her Epidermis to trace the outline of the tattoo, Yaalini suddenly felt very sleepy, and dozed off .She awoke to the gentle nudging of the tattooist. "All done and dusted " the tattooist said, " That will be 400 rupees please" Yaalini asked the man if she could see her tattoo, he handed her a mirror so she could view the nape, as soon as she saw the tattoo Yaalini gasped in horror for there at the nape was a face not any face but the face of her deceased grandpa" Holy shit!" exclaimed Yaalini "its the one you chose" replied the tattooist, before you fell asleep i have witnesses to establish this fact. Yaalini quietly paid the money, and walked out the store shaking her head in utter disbelief, but as she did, she heard a voice, an iner voice saying “tumi jekhanei aacho amar chokh tomar opore sobsomay aache” (wherever you are my eyes are always upon you).