Little more of it.
Little more of it.
Dear grandma,
How are you? Hope you are good in heaven
It's too long since I heard your voice.
I am really missing the taste of your food.
I remember how you organised
That old boxes in order.
I still remember how particular
You were about the order.
Days passed but your shadow
Still stays in that kitchen
Where you spent whole life to cook.
I still remember that happiness
In your eyes when you see me eat
With joy and enjoying food.
I still remember that box
Which is so special to me
Every evening after returning
From school that box is only
What I search for.
I still have that image in
My eyes where you used to fill
The box with chocolate ,coins
And a note to make me happy.
I still remember that Aroma
Which is even found at entry of street.
When you were there even we faced crises.
But no box was empty.
I still remember
That dishes you thought me
How many times I tried
But never got that taste you put
In your dishes, I really miss you.
I still remember how you
Used to give us dough to prepare
Different toys while you are making
Rotis ,
I remember competition between my siblings to make a long snake
with dough.
My memories with you are still fresh
And I am sure they will never fade.
I am still missing you and I will miss you. You are the best .
My dear grandma, love you a lot.
But you never made us starve for even a moment.
