A letter to my grandmother
Those days when things went wrong with me,
you would wipe away my tears with your soft hands and comfort me, makes me miss you more.
Those times when you used to oil my hair and made it more beautiful remains very fresh in mind.
When I used to run to you in the kitchen, I had this unusual zest of learning some cooking skills from you. I still use them.
Gardening with you always felt spiritual.
I long for those days when you used to drop me to school because that journey was more soothing than the the school itself. You would imbibe good etiquettes in me every single day.
No matter how higher I reach, your lessons and memories will always keep me rooted with humanity. I miss you
College-Rizvi College of Architecture, Bandra