Today one of my grandmother passed away.
It’s a strange feeling
when someone close to you, passes away. It brings back collective set of memories which you like. If
you have had fights or arguments with that person, all that fades away. All those suddenly becomes inconsequential. Only a smiling face
remains in your memory stuck in certain age.
I know this blog post does not have much meaning and my words are rather incoherent, impromptu, but I have this uneasy feeling which I cannot describe, a heartache of course, which is forcing me to write.
She was
a courageous lady who loved life and eating specifically. When people in this
part of world, at her age, often turns vegetarian and ritualistic, she firmly
stood as modern as possible, watching latest movies to eating latest Chinese
dishes. She had tremendous affection for her only son and equal admiration for make up ability.
Today being last day of Hindu calendar, her passing away
marks an era closing down for me. An era of childhood fun, disobedience and food. I will cherish the trips, I had with her to Southern India and our culinary extravaganza.
I will miss her affection and gentle gaze. May my Guru give her peace and solace which she rightly deserved.
Hari Om Tat Sat.
