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My grandma has been a major part of my
childhood. From our long walks in the botanical garden listening to birds,
feeding fishes in the pond to her laughing with tears spilling her eyes over my silly
jokes..its all still with me. I would make her listen to my random stories and
she too would take her turn! Suddenly one summer I became too cool to spend
time with her and chose to rather spend time with my computer. Next summer she was
no more... I was 16. I cried for months. 10 years and her brightly lit face
is gradually fading from my memory. But whenever I do think of her I can feel the touch of her dupatta which she would use to wipe our faces, her soft faded
pillowcases, her long arms and the golden light from her face lighting my childhood memories always.
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