let me take u guys down memory lane..my childhood...mom n dad had their jobs n me n my bro grew up more with our grandparents..ah that was absolute bliss....my memories are full of their stories, their love, unconditional affection...i remember my lil hand in my grandpa's wrinkled one..full of lines that life n experience had given him..but still very smooth n firm...he taking me to his favourite resturant where he spent the best moments of his life with his friends..while they chatted adn discussed affairs unknown to me...i would dip myself in piping hot wadas, sambhar n upma...and after that mouth watering sweets n ice creams...i loved to go out with my grandpa..i still remeber his eyes..so full of twinlke and fun...i remember climbing on his bed..it was too high and i had to grab hold of stool and struggle to get onto it...he would lift me adn take me to a wonderland of stories, fairies n bad men...but then stories would be more of panchatantra types...all barbies n shreks n garfields had not made dreams so commercial...it was fun...i dozed off in his warm arms...after his death it affected me badly..i was in grade 3 and i felt i had lost my hero..no more gng out, no more stories..no more grandpa..that was so bad..my tata..i called him taht and no need to confuse it with ratan tata..as there's abs no link..my tata was someone else..my hero..he looks so hansome even now..when he smiles form the photo frame on the wall..i know he is still looking after me
my ajji ..she is a darling..she is still strong, dominant and still makes the best filter coffee i have ever tasted..starbucks can kick the bucket...i remember her loving me so truly..she could go to any extent for me..and now when i have a son..she has more love for him..her great garndson..they are truly storehouses of affection...
i remeber the huge tea parties they hosted...we had a black n white telivision then..that was when indian won the world cup..yeah once upon a time...i rember everybody rt form the rickshaw walas, to paan bhaiyyas, to SBI people..there was SBI bank opp our house n they wr our guests during such occassions..my grandparents lived a full life man..
my ajji is best known for her headbaths..ahh those oil massages n shikakhai headbaths..if i am proud of my hair today i owe it to her...she oiled my hair so heavily and took pride when i stood infront of her in two tight plaits..a divide ron my head that would put any national highway to shame...she took hours combing my hair and at that moment i felt oiling ur hair was the most imp thing in anybody's life..but it is..anybody wld agree...i bet
after tat hot oil bath..she gave me hot fresh filter coffee n i remeber dozing for hours..a treatment thar would put any spas to shame..she is the best...she was so fierecly protective about me..a lioness...she is even now..with her frail bosy n shaking hands..she still has the fire on her eyes...
i love her pepper grey hair, her soft glowing skin...if i learnt to be independent and organised i learnt it from her..she is 87 now but all her things are in place...and she makes the best bisibele bhaat and the best sambhar till date....
i owe my lovely childhood to these two people whom i ll love n remeber till the end...they were and will always be my heroes....my granny cant hear properly now..she is too independent to take help from hearing aides..she feels theres nothing wrong with her ears...we dnt speak too oud she says..yeah thats the way she is..but when i speak and she listens..my cousins tell me tht all is heard n understood because we share soemthing from the heart..that is so true...grandparents are a gift form above..if u have them respect n love them and be happy ...thats all that they want
