Portraying a memory from my own childhood, playing with my grandmother, and the smile in her face and warmth in her soft cotton saree.
Such beautiful moments, when a child brought out the childlike beauty of an aging woman, and age becomes just a number in their play!
Dimma would narrate so many beautiful stories when i was a child and i would take that for granted because the younger me didn’t think that her days were limited and she was much older than me.
For me she was a young girl with wrinkled face and grey hairs and wiggly skin!
I wish i could retain every memory!
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