“…So you sent out your grand ma in a grand manner..How old she?”
“Um. Some 85 to 90 years..”
“Hey man..long way she has gone through..forget it…i’m sorry for your loss too.. Dont mind me saying, its good that she is gone…and…”
It was a small but informal conversation between me and my team mate when he came back to office after his grandma’s funeral.
It brought back my memories with my grand mother. I dont know if I was affectionate with my grandma but I can surely say that she was very affectionate with me. She was a farmer’s wife and herself a farmer managing both home affairs as well as helping my grand father at the farms. We used to go over there to our village, Mandavalli in Krishna district every summer and had fun. She always paid special attention to me when compared to my three sisters. May be it could be because i’m the only grandson or they put my name derived from her husband’s name, Gangayya or I used to help her during harvesting seasons or male dominant society at that time or I dont know. Special attention occurred in so many ways like – she used to give only one egg to my sisters but two for me; Allowed me only to go and get mangoes from our farms; Used to come to the school during interval every day, when i was studying first standard in my village and to feed me with omlets; She used to go by walk for five kilometers to make my dresses stitched; and this list grows and this post will go beyond the limits if I keep on telling.
And you know, she never lost her temper with me. In fact, i was a very tough and spoilt brat during my childhood. 🙂
She did so many good things for me. But I did fail to fulfill her wish. Her wish was to see me married before she dies. So sorry for her.
I still remember her excitement when she took a ride with me on my first motor bike.
I still remember the taste of her mango avakaya pickle and Ariselu
I still remember how she served me when I was affected with chicken-pox
I still remember the way she ran her fingers through my hair.
I still remember. I still remember.