Yudh's Girlfriend Before Marriage… His Typewriter
By Sneh Jain
Yudh loved his typewriter very much. He used to tell me stories about it even when we got the computer. "You know Sonil: (that is what he used to call me,) I used that typewriter for my home work; I type all my school assignments, my college papers and all my research work.
I used to say WOW!
He typed all his resumes, entire letter to send to various companies; and all thank you notes. He was a very responsible person when it comes to work or helping someone. He was very active. I never saw laziness in him. If he needs to do anything he would get up and do it. I used to say to him, "these things are your first wife," he would smile, the corner of his upper lip would turn up and he'd have a smirk on his face.
When he needs to get work done, he would get up 5 AM and start using his typewriter "Kit... Kit...Kit...Tic....Tic...Tic ..... " I would hear him in the other room, and I would scream, "What are you doing?"
He would say, "OH! You can hear, I am sorry, well if you awake come here I will show you how to type. Put your right hand like this and your fingers like that. Left hand like this and left fingers like that. Make sure if you type a word your other fingers should not move; only the letter you type, and do not look at your fingers look at the screen.”
He brought me a self taught course, put a tape in the tape recorder and would say, “listen, and follow the directions you will need when we get our computer.”
He was such a genius when it came to learning new things. Later he was a master in computers.
His fingers were so beautifully long and artistic. I used to say to him your hands are so beautiful. When ever I see that typewriter, it reminds me of so many things, like when people start their life together as a couple.
Yudh's Razor and his Eye Glasses Go Together
By Sneh Jain
How little things are important and they bring you so many memories. They bring a smile to your face whenever you think of them.
Yudh had the alarm set for 6 AM. every day. He would get up from bed quietly and would go on the treadmill for 15 minutes. He would walk up the stairs on his tippy toes and go into the shower and try to make sure he didn't wake me.
As soon as he came out from shower he would start to shave his face. He would try to be as quite as he could, to not disturb my sleep, but I would still know what he is doing. He would shave and would touch all his face around and around. Did he shave all right, put his after shave on? He would bend to the sink to wash his glasses. After washing them he will hold them high and would look in to the lenses. If his glasses are clean o/k; if not he would take a tissue paper and wipe them again and again, round & round. He had the same routine every day.
Until this day he did not know, I knew his secrets. He used to think, he closed the door and I was sleeping. He thought he was not disturbing me.
One day, he freshened himself and went to work, and came back 15 minutes later. I asked him what happened, is your office closed or is this a holiday today?
He laughed; he has small eyes, when he used to laugh tears used to come from his eyes. Words do not come from his mouth. He said when I was driving, I touched my face, and I realized, "Oh my God" I forgot to shave one side of my face. He started to laugh and I laugh. He shaved his face and left.
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Amazing how the years have flown. Peace.
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Yudhvir jain
Dear Yudh,
24 years pass by, memories still are so raw & fresh, very painful to think, the way you have been snatched from us. We believe in reincarnation, keep thinking & wondering, do you remember us same way? We think of you everyday. Every moment, every second things are not the same since you left, we all are suffering in our own way. Miss you dearly, I am so lost and confused. Need you more now to be with us, we all are shattered, become more & more quieter & quieter, our soul is hurting words don’t come on lips. Does not matter how much I write, nothing & never been enough. Still time to time fog comes front of face, maybe one day you will find your way home we all be happily after. Miss you dearly - please keep guiding us, we all are so lost not able to find our way.
Posted by Sneh Jain
Tribute to Yudhvir S Jain
Tribute to Yudhvir S Jain
9/11/2001
WTC Another year going to pass by. Whenever my lips pronounce your name, I feel taste of your soul, feel a calm fresh breeze refreshing me. Whenever I Miss You, I just read your words, each card you given me. Words those are inspirational to me have become my day to day life. I hear your name within my soul. Every passing day beginning to feel more silent. Silence is not emptiness, but a power & a strength, a storm inside you that whispers the depth, where love burns brighter than fire & the soul surrenders, become mysterious, power of love burn the hate. In my silence, each word, every move of mine has a purpose. I don’t act or react without reason. When I do, it isn’t for anyone’s approval. It’s for me, the unapologetic voice of my writing. The poetry I cannot finish, but my unfinished poetry have sound, a scared picture engraved inside me, the horizon that my heart chases, written in my heart, not on paper. I keep your name folded like a secret between my ribs, & question myself, am I doing the right things? If I tell, someone won’t understand. So I share with me. I am my own best friend. You are the storm I long for, the darkness I call home. Thought of you is a journey that will never end. If longing could be written, every page would bear your name & your wisdom. In my lost moment, I often think I needed so much guidance, and I can’t find my way out. I would choose your intuition over every sunrise. Every tomorrow of mine born from your intuition. Between arrivals and departures, my heart always boards with you. Presence of your feelling is a quiet chapter of my story where I finally feel at home. Every thought & memories was written on paper with spread ink wasn’t enough, the entire story engrave in me. My poetry is an interpretation of your encouragement, always will be within me. We couldn’t spent much time together, but your love & your wisdom, your thought, the strength you given me, no one can take away from me until my last breath, not even a terriost. Everything written, every word, the title & conclusion of my writing is not the end of my story. Every thought of yours bring a new story in me. I realized I could write thousand of pages, yet they would all whisper the same thing. People call love is prayer, pure devine feeling, then you are my forever prayer, urging to keep us safe. Every thought of yours teach me a new language. Sometime my nights collapse into our laughter, echoing thought, the avenue’s, the rooftops, and the restaurants, where we used to have croissant & coffee & made fun of others. When I walk in city, I can’t hear any other song. It feels you are the last song from the pianist played in a deserted Manhattan lounge. Each road I used to walk with you, when I walk alone, ask me your address. They don’t know you still are walking with me. I am your address. Keep walking with me & keep lighting me with your word of wisdom so I can go on. Now my brain shutdown for repair, until next.
9/11/2025
Posted by Sneh Jain, Wife
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