Reminds me of my paternal grandmother, who shared a lot of similar traits - a penchant for visiting all temples (she managed to check pretty much everything off of her bucket list), her longing for sweets after they were taken away from her (she used to look forward to those Lindt chocolates I would get for her whenever I visited her), and being very orthodox (although she ‘opened up’ with age, realizing her own inability to follow some rules).
My grandfather passed away when I was four, so I don’t remember much. It was my grandmother who took a crying me to the first day of school, shared a brief but a special bond with my wife (they didn’t even have a common language), and was the chief story teller throughout my childhood.
This post helped recollect some of those memories, thanks for sharing!
Venkat, thanks for sharing these lovely notes on your grandmother. Would love to learn more about her. (Also, interesting that you too had to be dragged crying to your first day of school... :-)) I'm glad the essay sent you down you own memory lane :-)
Was a nice Sunday morning breakfast read!
Reminds me of my paternal grandmother, who shared a lot of similar traits - a penchant for visiting all temples (she managed to check pretty much everything off of her bucket list), her longing for sweets after they were taken away from her (she used to look forward to those Lindt chocolates I would get for her whenever I visited her), and being very orthodox (although she ‘opened up’ with age, realizing her own inability to follow some rules).
My grandfather passed away when I was four, so I don’t remember much. It was my grandmother who took a crying me to the first day of school, shared a brief but a special bond with my wife (they didn’t even have a common language), and was the chief story teller throughout my childhood.
This post helped recollect some of those memories, thanks for sharing!
Venkat, thanks for sharing these lovely notes on your grandmother. Would love to learn more about her. (Also, interesting that you too had to be dragged crying to your first day of school... :-)) I'm glad the essay sent you down you own memory lane :-)