Wrinkle is the natural beauty in a matured face.She too was beautiful.Yes,I am talking about my Dearest Grandmother.She is a great role model and inspiration in my life.
I never really had friends,she was my best buddy,I have spent 22 years with her.Those days and years are the most beautiful memories forever etched upon my mind.
She loved me so much that she never wanted my parents to send me to boarding school.But then she had to let go.But whenever I used to get back home for my holidays,she was always excited,she used to wait eagerly at the door step for my arrival and no sooner did she get a glimpse of me her face always lighted up.
Most of the days then was spent either on hearing stories from her,playing with her or eating the food that she cooked.We used to sit by the window with 'dal pakoris' and she always drank tea,talking and giggling or sometimes watching the kids of my colony play all through the evening.
She pampered me so much that she could never see me getting scolding,so as a result she saved me always from getting one.She understood me without having to say her anything,as if she knew before hand what I was thinking.
She accompanied me in watching cartoon,or maybe WWE or even films.She even refereed the (*imitated WWE stunts*) fights with my younger brother.
She was my only student,wondering what does that mean now!Yes I always loved to act as a teacher and played when I was 7 years old and she used to act and be my student and I taught her anything possible from alphabets to numerical and even art and drawing.Sometimes I taught her how to make faces even(*ha ha ha*).
She was a sweetheart.I remember an incident when we(*Mum,Grandmother and I*) had gone shopping,and I wanted Mum to buy me a toy car.But she was adamant,she would not buy me that,as I already have many cars.I began to cry loudly(*as loud as possible,as it was a weapon to easily get anything that I wanted*),and followed by the habit of sitting in the middle of the road whenever I never got anything that I asked for.But Mum was acting stubborn,she wasn't going to fall for the usual this time.So 'My lender of Last Resort' came in for my rescue,she persuaded mum,and I finally carried the toy car home,jumping with joy all along till I reached back.That night when we finished our supper and was off to bed,(*I always slept with grandmaa*),she cleaned up and entered the room,and I could see the wicked notorious smile on her face from inside my covers,and we both signaled each other with thumbs up,referring "MISSION ACCOMPLISHED"..
She took me to temples,our relatives house,she even took me to visit science city and Zoo.She was the partner who accompanied me to every places that I went.She read out the holy book 'Gita' and 'Mahabharata' and even watched 'Shri Krishna',telecasted every Sunday morning.We had common favourite songs too,"Hum to bhai Jaise Hain-from Veer Zaara & Dil Hain Chota Sa-from Roja",we sometimes went on listening to the song for long hours,and never got bored.She had so many stories to tell me about her village;people;her friends;ferries;birds;cows;village life;small pranks that they played around,listening to ghost stories from her grandmother,plucking the first harvest,she spoke about everything...
We gulped Jalebis and Hot Samosas(*from a nearby stall*) during rainy days,she holding the umbrella and me feeding her and eating some myself.Then jumping on every small or big puddle,splashing water on my way back home,and she always warned that mum would scold if she found me all dirtied up,but I never listened and every time on returning home she dutifully cleaned up and saved me.
After we shifted to Kolkata(*she wasn't excited though*),she always waited for me until I returned from my tuition.She always felt insecured about letting me out in an unknown city,so she often shouted at me if I got back home after 8:30 pm.She would go on bugging mum,shouting at her for allowing me to stay out after 8 o'clock.
Then she met with a tragic accident and she was no longer able to walk without the support of a stick.Yet she walked about the whole house,peeping to check if I was in my room,whether awake or sleeping,she would come in quietly and pull the curtain so that the light wouldn't disturb me.If wake she would come to chat.She oiled my hair every Saturdays and always complained about the roughness due to too much shampooing and bragged about her mother and sister's hair which she believed was good due to daily oiling and less shampooing.She advised me to keep my hair oiled nearly everyday,but which i never followed.
We always had competition over who would finish eating Ice-cream first,which for the matter of fact nobody won,as the one who finished first always fought for the other's leftover,so we consumed as slowly as possible.It seemed as if she had some power of telepathy,she always understood when I used to step in quietly to open the fridge,and drink 'Maaza' or open the drawer for 'Kurkure'(*our food that we fought for..ha ha ha*),and there lying on her bed she would call to give her a bite or drink.
She loved Shahrukh Khan more than Amitabh Bachchan,and always supported me in debating with Mum,who liked Amitabh Bachchan more.She was the best person in my life,she always brought along happiness no matter how rough days were.She cared and loved me like no one,and I love her too the same way.Her beautiful eyes always cried when I had to return to school after holidays,and shined when I again came back for another.
I can go on and go talking about her,as I have so much more to tell say,22 years not less time,of course.
She accompanied me in watching cartoon,or maybe WWE or even films.She even refereed the (*imitated WWE stunts*) fights with my younger brother.
She was my only student,wondering what does that mean now!Yes I always loved to act as a teacher and played when I was 7 years old and she used to act and be my student and I taught her anything possible from alphabets to numerical and even art and drawing.Sometimes I taught her how to make faces even(*ha ha ha*).
She was a sweetheart.I remember an incident when we(*Mum,Grandmother and I*) had gone shopping,and I wanted Mum to buy me a toy car.But she was adamant,she would not buy me that,as I already have many cars.I began to cry loudly(*as loud as possible,as it was a weapon to easily get anything that I wanted*),and followed by the habit of sitting in the middle of the road whenever I never got anything that I asked for.But Mum was acting stubborn,she wasn't going to fall for the usual this time.So 'My lender of Last Resort' came in for my rescue,she persuaded mum,and I finally carried the toy car home,jumping with joy all along till I reached back.That night when we finished our supper and was off to bed,(*I always slept with grandmaa*),she cleaned up and entered the room,and I could see the wicked notorious smile on her face from inside my covers,and we both signaled each other with thumbs up,referring "MISSION ACCOMPLISHED"..
She took me to temples,our relatives house,she even took me to visit science city and Zoo.She was the partner who accompanied me to every places that I went.She read out the holy book 'Gita' and 'Mahabharata' and even watched 'Shri Krishna',telecasted every Sunday morning.We had common favourite songs too,"Hum to bhai Jaise Hain-from Veer Zaara & Dil Hain Chota Sa-from Roja",we sometimes went on listening to the song for long hours,and never got bored.She had so many stories to tell me about her village;people;her friends;ferries;birds;cows;village life;small pranks that they played around,listening to ghost stories from her grandmother,plucking the first harvest,she spoke about everything...
We gulped Jalebis and Hot Samosas(*from a nearby stall*) during rainy days,she holding the umbrella and me feeding her and eating some myself.Then jumping on every small or big puddle,splashing water on my way back home,and she always warned that mum would scold if she found me all dirtied up,but I never listened and every time on returning home she dutifully cleaned up and saved me.
After we shifted to Kolkata(*she wasn't excited though*),she always waited for me until I returned from my tuition.She always felt insecured about letting me out in an unknown city,so she often shouted at me if I got back home after 8:30 pm.She would go on bugging mum,shouting at her for allowing me to stay out after 8 o'clock.
Then she met with a tragic accident and she was no longer able to walk without the support of a stick.Yet she walked about the whole house,peeping to check if I was in my room,whether awake or sleeping,she would come in quietly and pull the curtain so that the light wouldn't disturb me.If wake she would come to chat.She oiled my hair every Saturdays and always complained about the roughness due to too much shampooing and bragged about her mother and sister's hair which she believed was good due to daily oiling and less shampooing.She advised me to keep my hair oiled nearly everyday,but which i never followed.
We always had competition over who would finish eating Ice-cream first,which for the matter of fact nobody won,as the one who finished first always fought for the other's leftover,so we consumed as slowly as possible.It seemed as if she had some power of telepathy,she always understood when I used to step in quietly to open the fridge,and drink 'Maaza' or open the drawer for 'Kurkure'(*our food that we fought for..ha ha ha*),and there lying on her bed she would call to give her a bite or drink.
She loved Shahrukh Khan more than Amitabh Bachchan,and always supported me in debating with Mum,who liked Amitabh Bachchan more.She was the best person in my life,she always brought along happiness no matter how rough days were.She cared and loved me like no one,and I love her too the same way.Her beautiful eyes always cried when I had to return to school after holidays,and shined when I again came back for another.
I can go on and go talking about her,as I have so much more to tell say,22 years not less time,of course.
Now that she is no more there with me in person,but her memories that she has left behind never made me,actually feel her absence.She is always there with me and will always stay with me the same way.
P.S.:I Miss You Dida,Love you!
I miss her too
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