She was always there to calm my fears and treat me special. She even made special food for me if I didn 't like the food others were eating.
She had a great sense of humor and was a prolific letter writer. She made me address her letters. She wrote one letter a day at least. Her handwriting was so neat. She took care to dress neatly too.I have preserved some of her old saris and wedding veil.
I remember her boarding school stories. The tricks she and her friends used to play on their classmates and how she got married to Dada. Both were very young and it was a conservative arranged marriage.
My Dada was a Methodist minister and she was his faithful godly wife.She enjoyed life and was cheerful and happy till the end.
The blossom cannot tell what becomes of its fragrance as it drifts away,just as no person can tell what becomes of their influence as they continue through life.
9 Fertilize my soul:
"The blossom cannot tell what becomes of its fragrance as it drifts away,just as no person can tell what becomes of their influence as they continue through life."
I need that thought...I have "captured" that quote for my brain and heart and will share it with others - Thank you Nancy
Dear Nancy, welcome to my blog. I appreciate your comment
Dear Amrita,
How important the good seed is. It keeps growing and living long after the sower has passed away.
Every child has a need to be seen and mirrored in the reflection of a loved ones eyes.
I'm so glad you had your loving grandmother. What she did for you still is living on and may be brought further by you.
You are indeed a fruit of the good seed.
This is a kind tribute to your dadi, and how she helped to form and nurture you, even with daily letter writing, a beautiful tradition. You in some way continue letter writing here with your blogging.
You had really wise and wonderful Gradma. When we are young and when we want be indepented, we don't remember about our parents and grandparents. But when we are more mature, we know that any friend can't be this same like family. God bless You Amrita.
what a beautiful tribute to your dadi. you know, i missed my lola too.
Dear Terra, Zim and Pia, thank you for your sweet commnets
I know how you feel Amrita.
There are times when I miss my Nani. I think what I miss most is that I didn't learn from her as I could have. I just thought she'd be there forever, so I would have time later on to learn how to make roti like she did or learn hindi, I mean really really learn it well.
Great sentiment OI,
We should be close to our elders as they won 't be with us fore4ver
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