GRANDMA MOMENTS

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“Grandma” is not just a person, she’s an emotion…

Both of mine have passed away, yet they linger in memories,
Memories strong enough to prick the heart even after so many years…
I was richly blessed to have the best grandmas ever,
They are now my guardian angels in heaven…

She evokes in the taste of a favorite dish she used to cook,
Or in the smell of an old shawl she used to drape…
In the feeling when I just did something she would have liked,
In the sound of her laughter that still echoes in my ears…

I never fail to feel the warmth of her presence,
Every time I wear her pearl chain…
I always recall her smile with the sparkle in her eyes,
Every time I wear the diamond earrings she gifted when I got engaged…

I happen to say something to my daughter,
And I stop in my tracks remembering my grandma saying it to me…
I do something just like how she did,
Without even having realized that I learnt it subconsciously…

The games we played in the lazy afternoons of my childhood,
I’m teaching those to my daughter now…
How she would keep loosing every time we played checkers,
Just to make me feel like a winner…

The scene of her sitting on the kitchen floor rolling the shell-shaped sweets I liked,
Is still fresh in front of my eyes like it’s happening in real life…
Her insistence on giving me the best pieces in the chicken curry,
Still remind me of my sense of childish pride…

My childish pride that she loved me the most,
My happiness that she gave me so much importance…
More than her own children, more than her husband,
If I was there I was the one and only apple of her eyes..

I was the eldest grandchild on both my parents side,
Pampered unconditionally by the grandparents…
I was the only grandchild for many years,
Spoilt with love and care beyond reproach…

One would think memories fade with time,
But for me they grow stronger maybe because I now have a daughter of my own..
A daughter with her own not 1, not 2 but 3 grandmothers,
And she’s also a lucky blessed one…

If I thought no grandmas can love their granddaughter more than mine did,
My daughter’s grandmas go on to prove me wrong…
Again she’s the eldest granddaughter,
I think that’s the best one to be…

But then again I’m biased.
I’m biased to my own love for my grandmas,
I’m biased to my perception of their love for me…
Apologies to my brother and my cousins,
But I can bet y’all our grandmas loved me more…

It’s been almost 25 years since my paternal grandma died and almost 13 since my maternal grandma passed away,
Yet I’m sure their memories will live with me as long as I do…
Sometimes loving, sometimes smiling, sometimes tearful,
But always comforting like their hugs, like a cozy blanket on a cold gloomy day…

“Grandma” is not just a person, she’s an emotion…

Grandmothers are like warm hugs with sweet memories!

I was blessed to have my grandmas as an integral part of my life growing up. What is your favorite memory of your grandmother(s)? I would love to read your stories – leave me a comment. Share with your siblings/cousins and reevaluate who your grandma loved more! I know I will! 😂

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12 thoughts on “GRANDMA MOMENTS”

  2. Such a beautiful write up.. every word is so true. I am able to connect to each and every word. Everything about grandma is so special. Vibhu- vishu now are enjoying their grandparents love and affection. But as you said, MY grandma is the best.

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  3. Thanks for sharing this warm, grandma love with us. We all need it in this difficult time.

    Your post reminds me of an incident from my childhood. There used to be a cabinet in my grandma’s kitchen in Mumbai. Aaji used to store whole spices in small glass jars along with “goodies” of my interest. The minute I opened the door, I was greeted with an intoxicating fragrance – I still can’t forget!

    My interest as a 4-5-year-old kid was to sneak out the peppermint or shrikhand candy drops. However, every time I was there, I made a mental note of the fragrance and how neatly the jars were arranged on an old newspaper that covered the shelves. I pretended to read the newspaper upside down, as I treated myself to one candy at a time. Well by reading I meant blabbering and mouthing the words without making any sense. At least that’s how I finished reading 100s of big, fat books at the tender age of 4-5.

    I tried to finish my treats while staying behind the open cabinet doors. My understanding was if I couldn’t see anyone, no one would know what was I up to. Stealing candy has always been a big offense.

    Obviously aaji knew everything. The mints or shrikhand candy were stocked up every time.

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  5. I miss my grandmother so much . She is the best grandma in the world and is my guardian angel.
    Such a lovely article on grandmother. You did an awesome job on this .

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