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God Bless!!

Well all of you people know what a grandmother is and its very certain that that it is someone we all love and respect …In fact I believe that this is one of the most loved relations amongst all..

However for my case it's a bit different …Not only am I lucky in having a grand mother but also the very fact that my mom's grand mother was till last week fit and kicking….Its not actually sad that she left us all at a ripe old age of 96 but yes its true it has placed a non fill-able blank….

It was the rite of that beloved mother of all mothers…And we had all been together at the ancestral house of Ranaghat …

In the suburbs of the state this tinsel town is a tiny dot on the map but still the simplicity of the living of men and women in this place amazes me….

The house is huge with a flourishing garden consisting of all the different trees of fruits and vegetables you know of…Acres and Acres of rice filled land and a couple of ponds filled with fishes…

Cows and ducks make up the tiny family along with the two bachelor sons of this old lady…

Not that I enjoy the concept of rituals that very much specially after death….but yes its true that I really condole with all those who lost a figure of love and respect..

They say the more you live the more you loose…may be true but some people forget to mention the fact you gain a lot too..

Sons….daughters……grandsons…..great grandsons..and even great great grandsons are things some people can only dream of… but for this short dark ever smiling lady it was a dream come true…

I had seen her only a couple of times but yes I remember every visit..and the treasured memories are chiseled deep in my heart..

MAY THE LORD KEEP HER SOUL IN PEACE>>AND MAYSHE LIE IN PEACE FOR EVER>>>

Comments

Aruni RC said…
at long last I'm being submerged in your abstract notions. My condolences on your grandmother passing away. As you mentioned, the more you live, the more you lose . . . but the converse may also be true: that you learn to live better when you lose, the sorrow focusing wayward emotions.

Anyway, after april i'll definitely keep an eye out for this blog. nice bgpic, btw...
January 21, 2008 at 4:23 PM
Butterfly said…
I knew that ur grandmother passed away . Sritama(Bubu)told me. She went to Ranaghat too.
I know that it can be really sad to lose a grandparent. I myself also am very close to my grandparents.I hate to think that one day, they will leave me after all.....
January 22, 2008 at 5:37 PM
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