“YOU WEAR A SAREE ONLY WHEN YOU BECOME A WOMAN.” IT SOUNDS LIKE A SENTIMENTALLY WISE THING TO SAY, BUT LET ME BREAK IT DOWN TO YOU. IN OTHER WORDS, IT ALSO MEANT, “WHEN YOU’RE RIPE ENOUGH FOR THE MARRIAGE MARKET.”
I cannot remember the first time I started writing, but I knew a lot happened over a vast dining table at her home. A table that served two things, the finest food and a lot of fruitful puns. Till now my favorite includes, my comparison to an apple, one who successfully keeps both doctors and engineers away. I wouldn’t think there’s much humor in this story but I could also say it’s not emotionally overwhelming. If there’s anything that I have stolen from my grandmother’s shelf of knick-knacks is a spoonful of pickle and some sweet and sour sarcasm. And yes, thanks to that I landed a job as a writer in a magazine. What impressed my boss- a satirical piece about my grandmother’s natural flair for matchmaking.
If there’s anything that I have stolen from my grandmother’s shelf of knick-knacks is a spoonful of pickle and some sweet and sour sarcasm. And yes, thanks to that I landed a job as a writer in a magazine.
To be honest, I can never finish writing about her in this blog. And if anything, she’s an unconventional woman. She’s not the doting one, health hypochondriac, cranky one or even the attempt-to-be-cool with sunglasses one, she’s none of them. She is just herself, which turned out being perplexing because she genuinely never wanted to set an example, like most elderly ones wish. If it’s anyone, who was the wishful and cranky person, it was me, I asked my work colleagues in office to address me as Ammachi. And one day, when I landed in office wearing an old saree of hers and a shirt, some of my colleagues were quite sure my brain flew over the cuckoo’s nest. I’ve always thought it was dull to be in someone’s shoes, when there is some sense of power wearing my grandmother’s saree.
Run parallel, meet at intersections, skip a few lines, the line of thought has journeyed across a few latitudes and longitudes. To more miles before the big sleep. Cheers, Atheena
Its been a journey from being a young soul where I have felt only love but unaware of its importance in my life I searched for love all over and only felt pain, scars and reality but never true love I still keep searching.
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