Grandma: A Unique Personality

Memories which tickle me every time, is the fond memory of my paternal grandma. Of course in our life span, we get influenced by so many factors, elements and with people. Yet the striking element lives in our memory as our prized possession.

My Grand Ma, was a lady of eloquence with matchless beauty to her credit. A fair, glowing skin with perfectly shaped jawline  which enhanced her beauty to precision. More so her big red line of vermilion on her parting strands of forehead and the dazzling red bindi made her look gorgeous. I used to keep staring at her spotless beauty with wonder. Less jewelry, some tingling glass bangles along with gold one to match, one gold chain to beautify her thin long neck made me think of her as my idol. She studied till 5^th class yet she would read newspaper daily, with a loud and clear ascent. Interestingly, she was very careful of her pronunciation, recitation and voice modulation. Yes, of course Our grandpa was there to take care of her. He gave us a strict warning to maintain a balance between all three. Grandpa, being a freedom fighter was a man of principles, well I remember he represents a saintly image with three lines of sandal paste, and in the middle a red round vermillion. In comparison  to his silent nature, Ma was quite a jovial lady. Her ever smilingly face, white pearl like tooth line, neat dress up gave her a modern look. To me, she was more modern than modern, more stylish and fashionable than the contemporary scenario. So were her thoughts. Quite an amazing feature among ladies of her era. But she was. So were her teachings. Very much keen for maintaining her beauty, diet and flexible enough to compete with her

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next generation of grand children. Honestly, she outcast all of us.

Ours being a joint family, a lot of issues used to crop up daily. I never saw her perturbed, never so much engrossed to the matter. She usually kept herself at a distance, who ever accused her about her negligence she would simply smile. I loved her smile. She smiled heartily as if nothing touched her, as if there were no worries at all. I felt strange about her actions. In my child methodology, her behavior was unnatural and unethical. When there was a heated argument among uncles and aunties, she was the first one to leave the scene, when there was a clash between young vs old, same thing. In every case, she would crack some jokes and leave the scene bearing her ever smiling fragrance. Though my tender mind disliked her this attitude yet I liked her. I liked her approach towards life. Her flamboyant thoughts, words. I don’t remember her narrating us fairy stories, all I remember is her descriptions of daily narrative. To our crystal clear memory of childhood, I still remember those. Her wise words I implement in my sector. Memories are such, ink will be less to pen down.

One thing I remember, in one of my difficult phases, I asked Ma “I can’t tackle “. She replied, “This moment will vanish away. Moments will come when you will cherish and remember me.”

Ma, how could you laugh in difficult situation?

How you maintained your smile in every frontier?

What made you keep balance with your next generation?

She replied SMILE…

I SMILE TO WORRIES

I SMILE THINKING EVERY PHASE WILL PASS AWAY

WHY WORRY?

Ma left for heavenly abode. Her words will always linger in my memories.