In loving memory of a friend, philosopher and guide…..
For the first time when I decided to write, it felt like I owed it to her. My grandmother, yes like every other grandma out there, she was special, in her own little way. A simple definition of hers would be pastel shade nine-yard saree and surprisingly modern thoughts. Yes, seeing her I understood what ‘being ahead of your time’ meant. It feels like yesterday, I and Aaji were sitting in the balcony and discussing how it would be once I moved to Pune. I knew she was upset but with a pretty smile on her face, all she said was, ”Pune is going to be your new home. You will now learn the value of being on your own. I know you are a good girl, but this experience will make you an even better person.” With always such positive words, I have hardly heard her saying no, never or anything of this sort. It was like the word impossible did not exist for her. Being two generations apart, never really bothered us. We could talk about anything and everything. I remember telling her e...