Granny's Album

Bedridden, helpless, at the last stage of her life, remembering her past through the album on her hands, turning the pages, pausing for hours, you can see the various expressions on her, imaging the images through the eyes, my granny at late seventies, waited until she turned the next page,

I called, "dadi",

The same smile on her face whenever I call her since my childhood, asked me to sit.

By the way, when I entered the room, something stopped me, that was the condition of the room.

Seems like a patient ward, I could see some medical peels, a place fixed for the nurse, the sweeper was on holiday, the room was not cleaned.

' kese ho ( how are you)' granny asked,

'Badhia hu( I am good)' I replied,

I saw the album on her hand, saw some interest on that, dadi herself started explaining each and every pictures and story behind each picture, by the way not like us that for every moment we click a selfie, granny pics have a deep story with it, and I started listening to it, reliving my childhood memories, and just like after every story, I used to fall asleep, I fall asleep after some time...but granny continued her story...