This post is dedicated to my grandmother.
I miss you granny.
My grandmother passed away when I was in college. We used to live in the same city and meet at least once a week in the last few years of her life.
I don’t remember liking her much – not the way I remember liking grandpa, but I also remember spending beautiful moments with her as a little girl.
She was the one who taught me so many things in my summer vacations – cooking, playing cards, knitting, reading…. She told me lying and stealing was bad. She told me bad words are bad, even if grandpa uses them.
Today I don’t have her with me. All I have is her recipes, her memories and of course her soft toys.
My grandmother was a working woman. After she turned 60 she retired from office. She took interest in stitching after that. She made me pretty dresses and cuddly soft toys. I still have a few of them – the big tiger, the pink panther, my peach dog Prada and many more including her last one which she couldn’t finish.
Today as I went through granny’s old pictures to get a good snap for a frame in the new house I remembered all the great time we had spent together. The summers, the shopping sprees, the History lessons, the dosa making …
Thanks granny for all that you have done for me.
Although I think grandpa was the most handsome man that I have ever met, I must agree that you two made a rocking couple. Pretty much the best couple I’ve ever met. And grandpa missed you a lot after your death.
I miss granny a lot.
I feel like folding her fragile hand.
I want to apologise for not communicating well, for being impatient.
I want to say sorry if I was cold or rude.
I want to know what she thinks about me now.
I want her to see me go to work – all dressed up.
I want her to tell my boyfriend what I was like – as a kid.
I want to smell her hands and play Chinese checkers with her…
This is a picture of my grandmother. Isn’t she beautiful!