I would burst out in cries if I was send back home.It appeared hell to me and heaven to me was my Naani’s arm.I can vouch that I am the grandchild on whom Naani sheds the maximum love, care and blessings. Why she loves me so much when I am not worth it ? Wherever I go , one thing is evitable that there are hands who prays 24 * 7 for me…
She is a woman of substance , go beyond miles to help me out …so artistically performed household chores and no one could beat her pace….She loves watching a couple of serials…Prithviraj Chouhan was one such kind of a stuff…Not even a tempest could refrain her from watching it..Though it’s been long seeing old songs but she loves them…A couple of days before I searched her few old songs…She demanded me to be with her while listening to them which appeared as if she had asked me for my kidneys….I found those songs a pure boredom….May be it’s the generation gap..
Mera Naam Joker is a movie we watched simultaneously….Poor chap was a treasure of misfortune which never deserted him. Since then I oathed not to see old movies ever..She wanted me to
learn sewing which I never did…
A person behaves like a child when he gets old . Many times I loose my cool when Naani does so…Slap me for that…Our common interest is cricket…I am a cricket audience only during world cup ….Rest of the years I hate it….IPL matches are a cricket overdose, they may cause poisonong…
My Naani once tried out my apron…She looked dammmmm cute..She told me it was her dream to be a doctor but she is an illiterate….Naani you are not an illiterate….You taught me a lot….You are my teacher….Then how can you be an illiterate ? She demanded me to go to her birthplace and treat people there when I ll be a doctor…My eyes were laden with tears when she questioned me , “Will I ll be able to see you as a doctor ? ” She sees her dream in me…
Naani has always given me something or the other without expecting anything in return…I get agonise by her declining health…that is something which is something in my hands….Each day she is growing older but I am hapless… I have seen her working like a machine and now she trudges , finds difficult to climb up stairs….
All that she demands is time , someone to talk to her…That also I am unable to give it to her…..Still she has no complains and loves me as she has always done…..She is an exemplary figure of selfless love, of unconditional love…..
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