THE IRON LADY OF MY FAMILY
Being the first daughter of my family, I was always looked after by my grandmother 24*7. B eing a tiny toddler unable to look down the balcony I would, slowly toddle along with my granny's help to the edge and would stand upon her feet to peep down the balcony. Ah! Such soft legs, wouldn't pain standing long, and I would simply stand there watching different people passing by the road while my granny would be talking to many by turns, out of whom some may be strangers too. What a sense of welcoming must be on her part that people would stop to talk to her and enjoy her friendliness on the road while passing by! My grandmother- we called her jejemaa. A lady with a beautiful plump face, healthy build up body and a pretty attracting smile.That big red bindi on the forehead of her told more of what she felt at times. She was all magic as her smile and blush would heal many at their times of distress. By nature, she was a kind hearted and boisterous lady in our family. ...