I am a day late in wishing you but I wanted to re-start this blog with something heart warming and happy, even if that meant I was late.
My paternal grandmother turned 79 yesterday. I called to wish her a happy birthday. She sounded very cheerful, more cheerful than I had found her in the last many months. My aunt had thrown her a surprise party at Haldiram’s with her park friends. She thanked me for the wishes and said “Its been a long journey” and then went on to recounted an incident from childhood. “We’ll sit down some day soon and recall all the happy moments in your life. If you like, we’ll write them down.” I told her. The idea got her very excited. I haven’t seen her this charged up about something in a long while.
I plan to meet her today evening and hold a long discussion over a cup of hot cup of chai. If she’s likes I’ll jot down her fondest memories. May be she’ll read the text and re-live the happy times when the arthritic bones ache, when she gets tired of the rigmarole of everyday life, when she misses her departed parents……
I have some very fond memories of my grandmother. I spent a good part of my childhood with her.
I was her first grandchild and was naturally very loved. My mother tells me I get some of my characteristics and tastes from her. She taught me to embroider- a hobby I pursue to date. She was the first person I saw baking. Baking is one of my favourite activities today. Some of my house-keeping sense I borrow from her. She knitted me hundreds of sweaters. Unfortunately, that skill I never picked up. She makes the best gobi-gajar-shalgum and aam ka achar. Creates the most beautiful lace with tatting and crochet. A political science graduate, she speaks English fluently and comfortably slips into the language when talking to her grandchildren. She’s opinionated. She likes to make a point and stick to it. I display a slightly diluted form of these characteristics.
Happy happy birthday dadi. Here’s wishing the year brings you lots of good health and many happy moments.