On hearing that she looked like a pink rose, Granny would smile her trade-mark smile.
She loved to remain active and when other women spend their time in gossiping, Granny preferred to remain in kitchen.
Those were some interesting circumstances in which our first interaction took place. After two weeks of my marriage, my husband called me from office and told me that he was bringing some guests for dinner. I was inexperienced in cooking and on receiving that news, I started crying. Granny lived next to my house, and on hearing me crying like a child, she at once took responsibility of preparing dinner for me.
I remember, everything in her home was clean and it won’t be an exaggeration if I’ll write that her kitchen was sparkling. I saw her pantry and comparing it with my own at home, I felt ashamed of myself. Milk, spices, nuts and boxes were placed in such an order that even a blind person could find them easily. On that day, I not only learned how to cook but I also learned the importance of keeping things in order.
It’s been a while and these days when Granny is ill, I’m not only sending her flowers but also sending her this picture of my pantry.
I know, on receiving these gifts she would smile her trade-mark smile.